You fall
heels over head

I kiss
your lips

telling you for the 69th

time
in a minute

that I love you
love you love you

but seeing as how
it is rude

to speak
with one’s mouth full

I drift into the bliss
of kissing your lips

your lips

your lips

your
lips

y o u r

l i p s

l (ip) s

(())

(('))

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soixante-neuf-for-janice/