Don’t Kiss Me

By: Isabel Brown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please don’t kiss me-!

I have rows of teeth falling out

Like softening candy

 

I don’t like it

When people kiss me-

I shrivel up and think of nonsense.

 

When I saw you

Floating with ambition, 

I grew fangs.

 

You may kiss my palm

And I will giggle like February winds

Love, love, love-

I whisper.

 

My sense of time is off, 

As always,

But if you kiss my fingertips blindly,

I will become your clock.

 

When I strike twelve,

I shall evaporate like mystic mists

Love, love, love-

I blow my desires towards you.

 

Even through crystal glass,

Will you pretend to kiss me

In all sorts of ways?

 

Art Piece by Clementine Vale