I kissed you
not an hour ago
and you have left me
so distracted
I can write of nothing else.
My lip is tender
where it met your mouth.
I cannot help
but probe at it with
my tongue and my teeth
and test the swollen burn
of your kiss, a sore,
a sweetness
that tastes of your laughter.
I hesitate to kiss you again.
I rush to kiss you again.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
