“Kiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.”

Let them run wild like the free spirits they are.

I stay up waiting and maybe that’s why I can’t sleep.

Creativity is born from you.

I say five more minutes but what I really mean is never leave me.

Remember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.

We may be sweet but that is no invitation for taste.

Don’t shame a woman for speaking her truth because it should be universal.

My mind is the double helix that twists and turns around my voice.

Longing made a home in my body.

A year ago we battled atoms to see each other – spaced apart but still so close together in heart.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

The stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.

Our love is that light up every room star.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

One does not drink. One gives a kiss to his glass, and the wine returns a caress to you.

May your shit come to life and kiss you on the face.

You live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep.

To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful.

Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.