I Write Poems About Everyone I Kiss Poem by Cat Singh

And this person in this car
is kissing me softly
like I am fragile, beautiful,
and about to dissolve
in their hands:

sand through fingers,
clouds around an aircraft,
lips on lips for a moment,
then again.

I read in a book once
that there was a boy and a girl,
and he asked her to lay
in the moonlight.
"It makes your skin glow, "
he said to her, and I am glowing
in the parking lot warmth.
There are hands in my hair,
and I am not breathing
quite right.

I feel like light.
I feel like the air.
I feel inanimate and divine
all at once.
I am being kissed,
and we both know
there is a tomorrow.