water, breaches
you, the kisser
stung
and still buzzed
a myth
unfolded as i was bitten
you,
the kisser
molten it
stung my crush
& you, concealed in girls’ songs screaming a soft song of longing
desire
lips salty,
tendered from apologies
pressed lips to fingers
sweetened and slack from holding
bated breath and an unskilled quiet
inescapable with song.
