I need a kiss.
My lips are swollen and blue, not from a honeybee’s sting, but from what seems to be an eternal waiting for a woman, for my one true love.
I badly want a woman to kiss me. As badly as a man in the desert needs water but sees only two things all around him: mirage and his own death.
A kiss is not merely a kiss — it’s a matter of life and death for me.