kissing you
is salty-sweet
anticipatory not-yet-ness
it's a fingernail breaching
the nexus between plastic and
heavy, glossy vinyl
it's the freeze-frame electric
stillness before the stacks buzz
with sonic ecstasy
it's the breath in the ribcage
neither inhalation nor
exhalation, but both
kissing you
is popping candy
chased with an old fashioned
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