fern capella

quiet kisses on my neck
i live for less and more than much
i live for that and the still quiet
vaccuum of the anti-touch
the quiet burns of your lead lips
and the quiet of your anti-kiss
the whisper of your coming loss
and with this kiss the threat the cost
this is not by yours or my design
the universe casts her fishing line
and we caught in this quiet kiss
calmed and humbled in our death wish.