At 14, spending time alone with my acting teacher made me feel sweaty, and nervous, and I liked it — until I didn’t — Act I You tested your mettle of doe’s skin and petals While kissing the lipless Who bleed all the sweetness away In the dream I’m kissing a faceless void. My mouth touches nothing but emptiness. I am 14 and no one has kissed me, so I dream of it, yet my mouth…