Not An Hour Ago

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.
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