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
for things i want to give them but can’t.
they leave pretty fast.