black lives matter

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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