Yours, Mine And Ours | by Shane Schick

I do not kiss to possess, but to transcribe
this tender testimony, this witness
of what’s been left of you on me

Lay back so I can interpret, and translate
what I’ve heard your body say; let my lips
transmit the slowest, softest telegraphy 

My mouth upon your skin is the proving
of a thesis, a dissertation I’m defending
out of pleasure, out of weakness

And I do not hold you after to contain,
but to curate; to frame you like a map
of all the paths you let me take.

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Shane Schick is the founder of a publication about customer experience design called 360 Magazine. His poems have been published in literary magazines across the U.S., Canada, the U.K. and Africa. He lives in Toronto with his wife and three children. For more, visit and connect with Shane on Twitter @shaneschick.