After The Kiss

I took my mouth
To my own space, when everything
Appeared like a diary entry
What no amount of deja-vu could ever cure
After all a kiss is like a ticket
With her own serial number
Her own barcode, her own flavor
Chocolate rarely vanilla, meatball even carrot
As she paces herself in her own pale scarlet tone
That darkens with moisture
And in one kiss there’s always a message
‘I missed you’, ‘I love you’, ‘Thank you’
And when she spills over her last drop
You feel like vacuum begins at the ledge of your lips
Missing that burning sensation of caress
When one degree of separation
Is an anti-climax of mythical proportions
When everything seems oblivious
Except sheer emptiness
Frothing on your lips

Kiss

One Comment Add yours

  1. Afmai says:

    Oh i felt like one 😀

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