Kiss with Spit - Dangers

It’s in the bloom of a bruise

It’s in the way she wears cold steak on an eye that’s swollen shut

In that hairline split between love and ache

Kiss with spit

It’s in a fist full of hair

It’s in a gasping for air

It’s in the imprint of teeth into flesh, into scalp, into the hum-,

into the drums

Kiss with spit

What we hide behind locked doors

What we sweep under floorboards

All the filth that gets us by

It’s the violence that keeps us alive

Young, numb, and dumb

I want the scar

I want split lips

I want the gag

I want the choke

I want the spit

Kiss with spit

I feel the pain

I kiss with spit