Rainslocket

My first kiss was when I was small, A boy in a bleacher and a dare from them all. Another was from a boy I had known for a while, At a party at my cousins, and it made us smile. A kiss from a boy who tasted like weed, I made him high too, or so it would seem. In college, a boy let me kiss him too soon, Everything else I hadn’t done followed suit. But you have a kiss remaining trapped in your lips And I’ll fight though these screens till the stereotype rips We met through a web, and they say it’s too thick But my god, there’s no one I’d love more to kiss.

We would have killed each other. We would have fed off each other, And took things that weren't ours to take. We would have stolen all the humanity And the pleasure than we could fit in our pockets. We would have demanded and thirsted For things the other couldn't provide. We would have loved from the selfish part Of our gut, and then the second we could We’d run.