How Curious...

I think kisses are a curious way to learn that taste is deep well

The further you go

The more you learn about echoes, hollowness

And how none of these has anything to do with feeling empty

It is pulling that bucket up

and surging in the overflow of what you’ve drawn

Content for time to freeze, pass, revolve around your discovery

There’s nothing quite frank like that sigh after

The pleasure of knowing how far you’ve gone

And how much further you can go

All the while still curious

Longing for a taste you cannot name.