The Kiss

My occasional encounters

Does not include this in the package

Rough and raw

Quick and forgiving

But sometimes

When you least expected it

Nice suprises

That quivering taste of wonder

Yeah you could be bemused

Plus sensing an impartial disgust

When direct contact of tongue, teeth and the leftovers

Intermingle into a unified taste

Of pleasure

Locked lips

The urgency to bite

Either the lower or the upper parts

Interchangeable

Not many things can substitute that actual feeling

Of lust, fulfilment and completeness.

Hmmmmmmmm

So be it if it was momentary

For the memory seems to last forever

And perhaps the best measure to counter

The occasional bleak depressing moments.

Answer

I have this bad habit
Of always wanting people
To notice
To recognise
To validate
My actions
My thoughts and
My characteristics

And no matter how many times I asked
Seldom would I get the answers
I wanted to hear

The truth about being lonely
You can never share your thoughts
With others
At any time that you desire

Sometimes
To a certain extent
You trick others
Into listening to your frustration
When in the first place
They thought
You were spending time with them
Out of pure enjoyment

My Castle

This is my turf
Neither green pole
Nor yellow abundance crop
Are welcome

I seek my own crowd
Be it sweaty or smelly
I made my own pluses and minuses
And design my own equal answer

Destroy any heart wrenching downpour
The incoming hail shall be sieved
By the already hard setting heart
This bridge of life
Is low under that swamping mud of tears

Label me as a beast
A tyrant with specific order
Only concerned on perpetual longevity