freestyle thoughts

I ran into an ex weekend, then I backed up and hit her again
who’s paying for the damage to my heart?
insurance doesn’t cover the flood of tears and scars on my wrists
an eternity of time left to heal the wounds of instantaneous harm
misguided and undirected like a plane on autopilot
they find their mark when the fuselage is lodged in my heart
burning to the core
big hole left to fill with some more

the kiss below

neck
breasts
stomach
thighs
knees
anklebones
just below where your toes
join your foot
all the places I would like to kiss
soft…
wet…
pauses in between
roll you over and start from the bottom again
heel
calf
back of knee
thighs
mounds of undulating flesh and bone
small of back
feeling me yet
shoulder blades
back of neck
earlobes
nowhere else to go….
but below