Kiss from ideas eye

I am left holding my breath
Searching for a you to give the only kiss I have left

I want to lose me in the who of you
Give a stupid smile in the idea of “I love you”

I want the taste of your lips
The wet born from the heat of your sweet breath

I want your whisper to disturb the night that rest upon my home
I want your voice to be the break of the quiet that rains down on my ears when I am alone

I want the red of your lips to be the color of my morning sky
I want your smile to be the sprinkling dust looking down on me in a moon’s silver night

Blanket me with your body
Feed me your tongue

Don’t come morning, and don’t go night
Don’t come tomorrow
Don’t come winters good-bye