i miss kissing-
i miss what its like to kiss
and be kissed.
i miss the wet lip
that grazes mine.
Like a sunrise,
over a damp duey sky.
Like a chilling breeze,
on a hot cement street.
Like a toe dip into cool water.
Sooner or later,
a dive deep.
And like birth,
you remember-
That you were meant to swim.
Kisses, like water,
You were meant to drink it in.
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