Give a kiss on the open of my neck, one that knows.
Give the warmth inhaled beyond chapped lips abrading
Throat, slivering the jugular, which, like a rock fanatic,
Leaps the barricades of flesh to get its idol clamped
Beneath suffocation waves;
Or spurts more like, for love in adulation form does flare rave-red
And ebb with the interest of the far heart fickle.
The kiss is appreciated. The kiss is needed.
Somewhere in the scheme of me, the kiss will leave a signature
Black-crimson on my too-white skin.
