Kissing is important

Kissing is important

I would like to be kissed soon
Nothing more
Nothing less
Just kissed
On the mouth
Corners reaching for corners
Feeling a pair of eyes on me
Even though mine are closed
You can just feel that shit, you know?
Tongue tracing the lines of my book
Abdomen explosion
My heart is likely broken now
That’s what that was
Like in France they call orgasms tiny deaths,
But really I think the death starts with
That
First
Kiss
This musician told me once
“you gotta have imagination to be a good kisser”
Then he called me darlin'
oh
my
god
darlin
See what I mean?
Call me darlin' and
Christ, even the thought of it makes me curl up inside
Like a little baby girl
Hands on faces
Sweet little smiles come
Flirting with each other as they graze
Like cows in a field
Happy, worry-free
Just thinking about eating and chewing, you know?
Until the slaughter people arrive
I wonder if they know what’s coming
When they pile onto that truck
Clones and drones and bones and a sense of impending doom
Hm, not sure they’re that intelligent
What their brains are capable of
Brains behind foreheads as they touch
The metal of the fire escape presses into my ass
I’ll remember this shit I guess
Panties on the floor
Yeah
Kissing is important
Nothing more
Nothing less

My inaugural word doodle

So I wrote another poem. This time it's very stream of consciousness, first-drafty type writing - sometimes I feel all these mysterious feelings and have all these confusing thoughts bouncing around inside my brain, and the only way I can think to relieve myself is to jam it all out through my fingers. Sort of like creative Tourette's or something. My new blog friend and inspiration Peter calls these word doodles. And since he sort of encouraged me to start posting my own, I don't feel bad about stealing his nomenclature. So there.

when i feel like this
all i can think
to do
is write about it
it's the only thing that
makes sense
to me to
make sense
of it all
the snow is falling
outside my window
and inside
though it is warm
i don't know you
i don't understand you
i just know
head on my pillow
i don't want to be a(nother) cheap thrill for you
i don't want to be seduced
by you
this is so
not like me
i sense i know you
i sense i know things
you don't want me
to
i can feel them in your voice
wordless
you're so quiet
i feel pain
i feel loneliness
i feel animosity?
i feel i don't know what
then when you mmmhmmmmmm
i see light
i see children playing
i hear music
i see a car driving
and a beach
a cliff
windows down wind in hair
a well-placed foot on the dash
(word hangover)
i wake up confused
i should feel happier
i want to know you
to touch you
to make you
happy
but i don't know
what you want
from me
and it makes me
scrabble