Here's what a kiss contains:
Love letters written on the back
     Of your bedroom window blinds,
     So you'll see them when you go to sleep.
A bottle full of stolen breaths,
     Caught in my throat by the net of your grin.
Names I'll whisper to you:
     My lover, my spark
     My gentle Kuan Yin.
Coffee stains in a notebook of poems
     Written first in my head,
     Then on your skin,
     And at last on paper,
     Preserved only because your flesh won't hold them.

Here's what a kiss contains:
A little bit of madness
     The kind that makes me want
     Wings drawn in ballpoint on my back
     Because with you and a bit of artistry,
     I think I could fly
     Or at least glide, for a little while.
Five thousand fireflies.
Two starlings fluttering in the dark.
You, me, a plus sign and a question mark,
     Because you can't cage this in arithmetic.
     Because when I solve our equation,
     I want to keep the answer for myself,
     Bound to my wrist with a bracelet
     Braided from your hair,
     And sealed with a small brass lock.

Here's what a kiss contains:
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Two hearts, beating in unison,
     In the quiet of the dark.