one 

two 

three

and more

kisses on my shoulder

and on my neck 

and on my cheek

and i feel like the stars are in my hand.

i feel like he hung the moon with his teeth.

he was kissing me to the beat of the music,

singing the wrong lyrics,

turning the planets on their axis'. 

but the kisses on my lips 

were like the spilled dirt in the front hallway,

the cards scattered around on the table, 

and the rounds of rock-paper-scissors.