i’d kiss you if i had the chance to, while the moons lips were curled into a cheeky smile and the air was chilly and crisp, and if you looked at me you would not be able to see my every insecurity or the way my cheeks turn a bright red when i look at you. i wouldn’t mind the fact that your lips were dry or that you tasted of your mothers cooking. i wouldn’t even mind the sticky sweat glistening on your forehead or that awful smell permeating from your body. the darkness would not hide the fact that my hair was undone, or that i was not wearing makeup, or how no amount of perfume or deodorant could shield the natural stench of sweat. and yet you’d look at me the same. like hidden bounties or rich homes or finding twenty dollars on the side of the road.
for now, i will watch you from afar, running and jumping and skipping, and i will kiss your sweet lips in my fantasyland, where i would be the loveliest woman you’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on and you would think about kissing my lips under the moonlight.