Kiss Me

A girl with steady hands
and crimson lips
bit into my armour today -
and cried out in shock
as her warm mouth
met only cold steel.
She wants to consume
more than I
am willing to give -
and it makes her agony.
She wants to dissolve
into my mouth
into my bloodstream
into the ocean which
I have used to fill my body.
She wants to climb my spine
and play hide-and-seek
inside my ribcage
to play connect-the-dots
until she can know and decode me
through nothing but thoughts.
A girl with quiet eyes
and sandy pink lips
wants me to kiss myself
out of my body -
and into hers.
I am almost willing
but my fingers trace ‘no’
across the tabletop.
Maybe they know
something I don’t.