BLOWING A KISS TO YOU
Two sisters born afar from my terrain
one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome ,
another hopping on lanes of maple trees;
still, letters trace their heartfelt rays
enduring continental divide
like silken wishes on angel cheeks
plying on a relay of starlit skies.
And though zones of time differ
in paddles of midnight’s arm stretched,
laughter and whispers scoop bowls
of friendship sweet and lucent as dawn;
touching me through live words in a gather
of images warmer than sun’s crawl.
I fold my eyes on sands of hourglass
blowing winged kisses to miles distant
yet, near in the fireglow of affection’s graces.
*especially for Yasmin Khan and Vie Bombardieri
Michael Falotico’s Contest: Blowing a Kiss
By nette onclaud