When Kisses Land

 When Kisses Land

 

I blow you four kisses,

restless here in the palm of my left hand

see them fly far

and I only insist on one for your lips,

you may choose where three others land,

in haphazard diamond.

 

Blown from here

where frost dresses clipped lawns

blitzed by strimmers within millimetres

of their toe nailed lives

and cowled clocks strike zero

with soundless howls of holed up hero,

and underneath the shedding burnt umber,

huddle people in restless slumber,

rusting under skies

that are blue enough.

 

Catch them and keep them safe,

place them in some secret place

beneath your hijab,

dark moist eyes glisten

evergreen in fertile vision

for my returning footsteps breathless listen,

stirring the pot, stirring the pot,

plump pillows cool with fingers hot.