KISS

Why did you kiss me 

into the depths of my soul? 

What did your lips find there? 

Did you feel all the calluses of my heart? 

Did you suck the drops of the leftover poison 

they all made me drink?

Was there any vestige of love 

that I could dab into my eyes 

for someone, someday?

Or was it the remnants of my youth again, 

that all you wanted to taste, too?

Well, what difference, anymore 

does a kiss render?

The heart paces not, rhythm long lost.

Half awake, the eyes abide 

fingers clumsily crossed. 

Ain't deep, graceful nor bold,

do they even leave traces now,

tickles that tiptoed on your lips for days? 

Far from the sensual endeavours

that fed my adolescent musings,

stale, has it turned;

no meaning, no girth.

But you knew in the one last night,

your face grew pale near the red of my lips

as barren and cold as my feelings.

You were like a child, lost 

somewhere you've been never before.

Oh, had I kissed you through 

the untrodden wilderness of your soul?

Did I suck away the blood

you reserved for your youth? 

Had I hurt your ego when 

I pretended it felt numb or forlorn?

Or did I set ablaze a wild weed, again

that you're lying feverish on your bed,

eyes jaundiced in the ember of a moment?

Well what difference anymore

does a kiss render?