not thinking

someone else kissed me tonight and i didn't think about you. it didn't feel like you or taste like you. and it's weird but i think that in most ways (all but that precious mythical way that nobody will ever be able to touch me&you) this was better. you said kissing wasn't supposed to be about thinking but with you i was always thinking. i wouldn't believe you when you said it wasn't a good thing. tonight in the glarey bart station when he leaned in there was no thinking just points of contact. "that shouldn't have ended yet," he said. "what are you thinking about?" i'm not thinking.