Blowing Kisses
Passion of your lips on mine parched,
Opening an old wound and healing
All at the same time.
Memories of errors, nights, rough,
Dry lips, fists, elbows and feet,
Or the feeling there of when the past
Whips by my cerebral cortex,
Connected to the sensation,
But now all I can think of
Is your lips on mine and racing
Beautiful moonlit eyes,
The air that once dried now
Blows kisses in my direction,
Winds of time and destiny.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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