"I think kisses are placed on the mouth because that's where words come from.
If I kissed the tips of your fingers, I’d be seeking a caress.
If I kissed the sole of your shoe, I’d find a way.
If I kissed your eyelids while you're sleeping, I’d be asking permission to enter your dreams, but I’m kissing your lips because I want to hear my words coming out of you.
If I kissed the soles of your feet, I’d be searching for a wrong step.
If I kissed the inside of your elbow, I’d be seeking your folds.
If the shadow kissed you, it wouldn’t know what it was looking for, but it would be so close...
If I sought you tonight, I’d kiss every stranger until I found you.
If I kissed you, I would slip through a screen of flesh that overflows and expands across the beams of my house. I would slip, slip across a bordering wall between the skin of flesh that injects itself into an impersonal structure called a name. I would be consumed before opening my lips to kiss you, and we can do nothing about this death, about this death... So I remain silent, silent, alert, alert... Just in case... in case I look to find the midpoint between the walls where shhhh... we don’t hurt each other, where we only realize how far the kiss can go, before anger arrives."
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