I kissed a dragon once
in a desert hammered flat by stars.
His breath, hot with experience,
scraped
but
made me feel
vibrant.
I kissed a vampire once
with techno caking our ears and vodka perfuming our bodies.
The spew of my blood
numbed
but
made me feel
endless.
I kissed a mermaid once
at a beach where fresh adults set free their virginity.
The roundness of his lips
soothed
but
made me feel
entombed.
I kissed a fairy once
on a carpet squirming with spent streamers.
His gasp as my teeth encountered skin
thrilled
but
made me feel
guilty.
I kissed a goblin once
among the grumblings of a TV I had switched on to ignore.
The crumple of his hair against my chest
tickled
but
made me feel
dirty.
I kissed you once, twice, three times
and though you still sing to me like you used to,
the lacuna of your kiss
stings wide
and
still makes me feel.