People Who kiss me

Written by Caryn Mayo

 

there are people who kiss me

like they are trying to fix me.

who kiss me with precision

they run their hands thru my hair searching for screws in  my skull

they wanna open me up

to squeeze and pull me into a shape they would prefer

 

there are people who kiss me weird.

leaving trails of saliva on my neck

when i walk home i feel it drying on my skin.

i like it. they are sloppy and beautiful.

 

there are people who kiss me like they might break me

like human seismometers, attuned to

each tremor in my body

each glitch in my words

they ask me if i'm ok

should we stop?

does it feel good?

it only makes me love them more.

i feel like i could hurt them more than they could ever hurt me

 

there are people who kiss me like i could save them

they ask,

without sound,

for things i want to give them but can’t.

they leave pretty fast.