You are like the kid who even cannot understand the different between a kiss on the cheek and a kiss on the lips; simple and devoted unlike the rest of the world.
I open my eyes.
I want to know:
what is in the abyss of a kiss?
Are stars born in these black caves
that house bated breaths and unspoken words?
Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks
to greet one another by ivory gates?
What happens when we kiss?
Where do you go?
Don’t tell me.
For I have lost my desire to know.
so that I forget myself.
I close my eyes
and fall in the abyss.
He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there