a kiss in the wind
long tasted
just as much desired
burning like the fire that warms a cold heart
kiss that connects and flows like the water
molding over mind and heart and soul and psyche
a kiss that just might be salvation from everything inept
strong like the ground yet, soft like damp cotton balls
a kiss in the wind
just left blowing by
as i stream line my hand past its capabilities...
i missed that kiss.
Enjoy the walk down Th3rd Avenue, a derivative to understanding thoughts in our head, translated through opinions, statements and feelings.
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