Kiss

Wind blows inside me



Creating a preference for your taste.



It snatches my breath



With its cold, invisible dance



And it just as quickly,



Warmly, gives it back.



The wind blows through my hair,



Creating goose bumps on my scalp,



You copy its gesture and we



Mimic its dance with the leaves.



Just taking a turn or two



Just to bring forth a smile,



Our lips slowly part and you



Reluctantly take back your breath.