Kiss Me Rigid


Picture of a purple and orange sunset

“…till, like a character in Ovid, I become one with your lust…”
- Call Me by Your Name, André Aciman


Smoking, choking,
cough my throat raw
and wet it with your spit.
Dank lips, sweat drips,
kiss me rigid,
until your name is all I can think.
Kiss me until I forget
how to climb into the backseat.