Mind Kiss...

The woven web wavers as softly blown glass
Lace does so embrace the visual impaired past
And what pray tell me does desirous soul mean
A face carefully smiling, silky shaven clean

A youth you once knew within your wrinkle less days
Who smiled in adoration, where memorabilia lay

So lost is the scent the moment and touch
Just a mild distant mind kiss
That reminds one of such
Exuberance, exhilaration

Where stomaches leapt and danced cumulous buds
And a mere back thought created heart thuds

So distant are the hearts strings he so elegantly played
As he travelled pon blue moons
Whilst I.... just staid

poem by Karen Sinclair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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