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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