I can’t describe it.
Because if I were to describe it,
I’d have to talk about your eyes.
And your pores.
And the hair inside your nostrils.
And all the things that make you You
Are all the things that I can and can’t see
That’s what you smell like.
And like,
you’re always here,
Inside me,
Keeping my dreams awake
And I can’t sleep
Because when I sleep I dream of you
And when I wake up and the dream shatters
into splinters and shards that I can’t even see,
All those invisible splinters and shards enter me and cut me open
And I don’t know what to do with any of that
And I know what you smell like but what do you taste like
And what is a kiss, anyway,
I don’t think we think about that enough,
What is a kiss
