The Kiss by Monk

Hear the sound of wind rushed over my lips.
Exhaled on a sigh.
Somehow the sound makes real this test of time and mind.
Called your name in silent air, still the private spaces.
I close my eyes to see.
"Can you feel this wish?
Pull closer" you say. "Come in the dawn,
kiss the mist from my eyes.
Fly with me here.
I toss kisses into the air and catch you with a silver string.
Only two spirits so joined can see this"

And does heaven feel this too?
I call and am told to help myself. I do so wish to help myself.
I wish you.

"Never listen to winter winds, they are cold.
Let them liven the skin, then be warm again"

I am warm and enlivened!
Your name is the sigh across my lips.
There is this, that I want this kiss on my fingertips.
Will you hear me call your name softly?

Monk
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