Kissing Would Imply We Get to Know Each Other

    Here's another love note to the suicides of the south.

    I threw my mattress down the stairs in the hopes you'd let me sleep in yours.

    Lead-clad cherry lips do more for the soul than any self-obsessed man.

    Your clothes smell of small towns on the brink of winter, soft and sweet with a hint of something sinister.

    Confess of how you long for a lover long passed, and I'll speak of all my lovers long paid.

    Smother my flame like a housefire, but listen to what I say: this place will be the ash we catch on our tongues.

    She'll take me by my hands, and I'll take her by her neck.

    If you look at the glass right, there's a difference that you're making

    Unveil the new age of unrest.

    We can hang from the Golden Gate, watching the sunset as it sees us out the door, let's fall back in love with nature in the biblical sense.

    She's with a knots and crosses decorated face.

    Holiday may just be worse than lounging in a loveseat made for one.

    Death knows me as a tease; I'm always a penny short on his toll.