THE MYTHOLOGY OF KISSES

I once reached up into the sky and dragged down a star with the intent of stealing the molten gas out of its lungs.

instead, it ends up freezing over – stains me with the aftertaste of a rotting body still waiting for her lover —

and leaves me to wonder, wander, discover

what rests beneath all the unsaid, the unforgotten, lining my throat in crusted up layers as it leaves to find its rib. the missing piece.

and I continue to taste that year’s summer, some of its broken pieces still caught in the words I utter mid-bite; stuck from when I once laughed into its murmurs against my cheek that have stained me with faint whispers of what could be, and its remaining light shines just enough to warm up something that has grown cold the moment it was found.

the betrayal softens, the serpent coils away when its constricting heat melts the bitterness crowding my mouth, the shards of crystallized nothings, drowning all the buds it has left to grow past the fences – the garden it could’ve grown.

how do heavenly bodies forget where they leave their other half?

and how does one, as mortal and as human as it is to defy what’s ruled, return a piece of a star if it chose to escape before it understood you held its soul in your palms.

is it only natural to harbor venom to fill its stead?

if a snake bites you for falling into its trap, is it not faithfully innate for you to kill it without worrying about the blood on your hands?

The Mythology of Kisses

2018 (Original)

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