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 bethpeddle.com 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 shaneschick.com/poetry and connect with Shane on Twitter @shaneschick.