If I Could Kiss You

If I could kiss you, and
Feel you next to me. 

I'd lay next to you while you

Craddled me, caressed me.
Only it's too late for that because you didn't
Understand. And I thought I understood what
Love was supposed to feel like and what it
Didn't. But that didn't stop us from

Kissing. It didn't stop
It from feeling natural and
Safe. Like I
Somehow knew it would. To kiss

You. Like an
Open flame. Burning me from the inside and from
Underneath. But it didn't stop it. Or me. Or you.