Kisses

Kisses
Come, touch my bones,
turn these dusty cells into
living
breathing flames.
Held captive in my own head, a jail
that wounds as much as it restricts,
I fell deeper into my own death
willing the devil to send my parched body
to the cellar of dark souls.
I am damp inside, rotting away without
loveliness.
Blow me a kiss with your calm, open hand
that I may feel your healing breath on my heart.