And the best and worst of this is
That neither is most to blame,
If you have forgotten my kisses
And I have forgotten our name.

SWINBURNE
memof-fiti

graffiti of thoughts-

and so it began

so it was fated to end

with each step of the beginning

ok- forward,

a love of fate.

Kissing made me lose myself,

gone and never wanting to come back- to being alone. Sadness can be overcoming me, overcoming the circumstances and compounding our separation, lost when will we be together. You died the day you were overcome with doubt and its all the illusion that was built as your memory fades to Grey and then to black. Dust in space, and the currents are walking us along.

the good guy-

kissing time

she said

kiss me

and its the best kiss

just that one kiss that time- then time-

stopped us from doing anything

just kissing and it’s the beginning

Time is in-front of us, with that wet juicy kiss, holding us still

time goes by and the kiss is shorter,

-its anonymous in the beginning.

She said kiss me one more time and

its not over when your lost in a kiss

remembering kissing is forever,

those lips that parted mine and slowly made me lose time-