I Crave Your Mouth Poem by alex haywood

I crave your mouth
in a way that makes me think
I want to make up
for the chastity of my youth

by having your mouth
take me on a trip

I crave your love
in a way that would
put me in a pitiful state
of in-loveness

by having your mouth
in places, on places

I suppose I fell in love like this

I crave your mouth
to not kiss me but to talk
in sweet phrases

by having your mouth
assure me my insanity is not useless

I’m terrified of your mouth.
That it will kiss me
and all the little drops of anguish
will run into each other