kisses

your kisses travel grave distances
over frozen tundra
far above the trans Siberian railway
carried by forgetful moths
that lose their way
due to brain freeze,
unloading your icicle kisses
upon the lonely yearning passers-by

maybe we should meet half-way
perhaps in Saint Pete
where kisses are warm and wet
and fresh and mothless

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