Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Shortest Kiss

It was the shortest kiss in history
but my toes curled and spine tingled
and it opened up your mystery.
Now it’s been two weeks,
plus twenty-six hours
seventeen minutes since we brushed lips
and I miss you like you were mine.
I’ve been drawing your eyes for days
my margins curve into your smiles,
because I miss the way it felt
when I told them you were with me.
Now it just hurts too much
to talk to you like it never happened,
because that was the happiest I’ve been
since I don’t know when,
and I can’t see you the same,
like any other girl I’ve kissed,
‘cause your kiss meant something more to me,
and I can never let you know.

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