Henri Toulouse-Lautrec – The kiss
suddenly, you grab me by my feet
i feel your hands up my knees.
and just like an explorer
you drink from my hidden water.
i feel your tongue searching for my navel
your eyelashes on my breasts.
when your lips finally touch my neck
my nails cut you deep, right on your back.
the scream you never release
is silenced by a warm kiss.
it’s been a while, but we didn’t change:
while you sing in my ears, i kiss your old scars.