Kiss me with your lips.
Are they soft,
or chapped like mine?
I can feel you breathing
your warmth breath on my face.
Stop starring into my eyes,
you make me nervous.
You make my heart beat fast,
like the Unity Clap
we theorize about.
This is more than Spanish
and Tagolog.
This is about our brown bodies
next to each other.
Skin on skin.
I can feel it growing,
bigger and thicker.
My admiration for you.
Im not sure how it grew this big
I didn't think I could feel again
But you have done something to curse
this growing ache.
Knowing that you and I
will only be a dream.
And your kiss, will be my death
wish.
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