if holding you was somethin’ simple- it would be done.
we’d become another gathering of hands , hearts,a nd smiles who found some piece of a supposed forever.
if kissin’ wasn’t burning in fear. agony. an’ dem thoughts known better by us. . .
if kissin’ was bein’
if kissin’ was having more than three odd bruises, shame, and lavendar baths for cleansing.
if kissin’ made us brighter- like pheonix an’/ or deeper like root. . .
if kissin’ made us another pairing of feet, soulds, and wills bound together by destiny. . .
if sayin’ ah miss you was greater than de thousand hurt – then ah wouldn’t wake up cryin’.
ah’d have no need ta be any color other than dat radient yellow ah began wid.