Unaware
A thousand mouths of my lover and when I kiss, I'm unaware which one's swallowing me. When you swim in the river just because you want to you wouldn't want to know the depths, you'd swim because you WANT TO and when I kiss I forget which one's I'm kissing because you know, it goes the same way. Until, I'm reminded. By a diffferent feeling a different flow a different pace the roughness of the water. A brief journey to consciousness to take measures, check the direction of water before I swim to be aware of which one's I'm kissing because the deliverance of misgivings, distances are noticable when they're in the forms of kisses and most importantly when you want to drown and you can't, anymore.