her poetry

her poetry
is a dry
kiss upon your cheek.
it's not
quite there.
it's a friendship
kiss,
a kiss hello,
a kiss farewell.
it's not
I'm staying
the night kind
of kiss, the kind
you want.
no, the words
leave you needing
more, more
of her, more
lightness,
more darkness,
more hope,
perhaps
more fear.
try again, you want
to tell her.
it's almost,
but not quite there.