A rosy kiss blown from my lips,
Stored in your wallet, it begs to
Be freed. A kiss for later, a
Time of need. Those kisses are endless.
Flowers will die, and hugs don’t last.
But even across a thousand miles
Words will find their way.
My cell phone begs to be put down,
My keyboard for a day of rest.
My throat aches, my mind weeps,
A tear for every minute you’re away.
My eyes, they drown, in their despair,
But my heart wills my fingers to go on.
Because, across infertile deserts and corrosive seas
Only words will find their way.

The End

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