Your kisses are strange.
They are full mouth
no tongue
ill-timed affairs
that always leave me wondering what we’re doing
and hungry for more.

Your kisses have the taste
of the occasional cigarette you smoke
the frequent garlic you eat
the rancid swill you drink.
It is a collection that I’m never prepared for
but am always willing to try again.

Your kisses are never
how I intend to spend an evening
but never an opportunity
I am willing to forsake.

So if you would
before you kiss me off for good
could you please kiss me again
well?