#bereza

Ada Limon

When did kissing become so

dangerous? Or was it always so?

That illicit kiss in the bathroom

of the Four-Faced Liar, a bar

named after a clock - what was her

name? Or the first one with you,

on the corner of Metropolitan

Avenue, before you came home

with me forever. I watch those green

trees now and it feels libidinous.

I want them to go on kissing, without

fear. I want to watch them and not

feel so abandoned by hands. Come