Blowing Kisses
I’m a bit behind
on matters less important than
the fact that my caress
is met with scarlet cheeks
or morning’s first hello
begets disease ‒ legs
you expect to move
struck lifeless
not from neglect,
but from the fact
a pair of aces
cannot save you
from ascending
to the sky,
and I might not
have the chance
to say goodbye.