like everyone you cry when you are kissed
especially in the dark, a tear falling silent from each little eye
down each little cheek
flat on your back, a body
hanging over you
like everyone does
you think abt love
abt how to kiss without sound
escape
without tears audible
to keep your kissing audience
in the dark
you definitely don't want a conversation here, now about that
and you remember the chill of connectionless
and going in a motion of
no-I-really-do-want-you
just like you think I do want you
with the windows open & naked
like two kings
in one kingdom
trying to share a body
but without that kingdom-brain
without anything for striving
it's chilly
& you've got to chill
to flat-on-your-back relax, now
because kissing is not for minds
or saving-for-loves only
and loneliness doesn't it save
you from dying, touchless?
you would cringe for weeks at being touched
building your fortress
around your rancid heart
to keep it all from taking you to war
and like everyone, you try to buzz it away
with fleets of imagined fire
and the knowing
that a body
and a mouth
can be healthily penetrated
but a brain,
oh
but that still makes your moats flood out
and the road is washed away
so no one can get to us
at all
anymore
