Lips

I don’t kiss strangers 
though others often do 
my lips speak and 
they taste and feel 
they whistle and hum
they smile and then 
then they also frown 
they are the two 
fleshiest parts of me 
connected to my heart 
and my brain and 
my loins so no
handsome I won’t kiss 
you for now you 
are still a stranger 
and until all of 
my other parts know
you just as well 
they’ll say no to 
every kiss you ask