Previously published in Pamplemousse

I want to swap spit but metaphorically!
Want to take all the gunk inside me, all the “I” no one cared enough to ask about,
all the dribble still flavored with poems I recite
(under my breath),
and mix it with yours! With kissing!
And I closed-mouth kiss but I open-mouth talk! I open-ear listen!
I open heart, warm&wet&sexy!

I bet your lips are so soft! I bet your details are so defined! I bet you think things 
while looking at stars, and car windows, & rain sliding down
stars and car windows! I bet you think things I could NeverEver think,
and I want it! I want you, I want warmth,
I don’t want to be alone!

And we could think things while looking at each other!
And our hearts could beat so fast we could break
out of these bodies and at last
step into the open air between us, and breathe for once, 
and we could kiss 
and we could love in a way they would NeverEver know,
and we could kiss—!

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Aimee Lowenstern (She/her)
Aimee Lowenstern is a twenty-four year old poet living in Nevada. She has cerebral palsy and is fond of glitter. Her work can be found in several literary journals, including fifth wheel press and Rat World Magazine.