Kiss Him

Kiss him. Drag him to the mall for a chocolate shake. Notice how he shies across the table in a crowded mall, sitting, sipping chocolate. Wait for the crowd to dissipate, go home. And kiss him. Get a massage by him. Kiss him again this time, like someone at the brink of madness. Fight with him. Cry in front of him. Then, when he is gone, cry for him. Wait for him and stare at the blankness kept right above the tip of your novel. Huddle up in one corner and wait for him to sleep beside you Let the coldness melt away in his arms. His arms- strong like a leap of faith- an escape from nightmares. Wake up in the morning As lazy as the winter sun and try to find him through a sleepy daze Feel safe. Feel loved. Kiss him again.