Kiss me in poetry
The words that tumble on my skin
Like the first rain.
Or in outbursts of shattered glass
Or the traffic I get stuck in at 8pm every night from work that seems to be as winding as the roads as take to reach home.
Kiss like you do not have words
Like the solitary tear in the sister's eye when she learns that she is the head of the family, and waves her last goodbye
Kiss like grass
Growing without a care
Anywhere
Kiss like an earthquake
Earth shattering moments
Kiss like rock paper scissors
Like rock just beat paper
Kiss like the awkward angles of my anatomy
Never got into the way of this kiss
Kiss like watching snow for the first time
Kiss me like a poet
Always unsure of words
Until it happens
Kiss me like wearing headphones, music blaring, and running down a mountain and your feet knows exactly what to do
Kiss like someone who always jumps for the first time in a puddle
Kiss like eating messy pani puri without ever knowing how
Kiss like mum's turmeric
Always sprinkling food
Kiss like coconut oil on skin
After eating well blotted deep fried pazham pori in the rain that still manages to smear you with oil anyway
Kiss like a three year old watching his first rainbow across the sky
Kiss like stars winking at night
Kiss like trains so full of people
Always carrying someone, something to somewhere new
Kiss like a baby bird with mouths open wide
Or like lizards bathing in the sun
Or like bathing in the sun
Kiss like Death,
Like there is nothing more sweet, more inevitable
Kiss like if you were dancing
When you knew that the last bomb you'll ever hear is dropped
Like the past does not matter
Like the future does not seek you
Like this moment is all you have.
- Janet Orlene
