old touch

you ask me in
i smile into
your neck
and breath sit right in

inhaling smoke
my breath sits low
licking off my mittens

i watch your cheeks
your lips your nose
your kisses are so fitting

its like we know
where weve both been
and that we are just chilling

i see the paint below my knees
i run out when were kissing
fall off your lap
of course when Im
just left to do the spinning.