Kissing is Necessary

Through the thickness of static
I feel a joyousness playing turns
on a turntable, a moment like this
where nothing exist but you close to me
on the pavement of Union and Get Ready
I drift sideways, and you have to direct me
to my train, because my mind forgot how to walk
infatuated with a high that is your kiss, I’ve discovered
a canoodle dialect, a prerequiste for breathing.

Games

Stole all of me
like a thief is the knight
killing the Queen of diamonds

And you place your flush
like I was playing with you
with your feelings called a fluff

and dance around with a wall of arms…’

but I’m tired of feeling the tiger’s heart
I’m tired of the open of my open heart

that has burned me for too long