Little Kiss

I watch it blossom
-- I wonder... --
with a smile on my face.

I want to touch you,
in a place
no one can see.
I want to reach
inside
and leave my mark
on your heart.

Not a painful mark,
like the scars you
already
have
from shattering.

But perhaps a
little
kiss.

Yes.

A
little
kiss,
- just from me -
that you carry with you
all the
time.