Blowing Kisses

I blew you a kiss, and you caught it midair,

tucking it gently into your heart

as if it were something precious to keep.

A warmth spread through your body,

a rush of excitement beneath your skin,

like sunshine breaking through the clouds,

like a spark catching fire within.

Funny how something so small,

something you cannot see or hold,

can make a heart feel so full

and turn an ordinary moment into gold.

A blown kiss is like a whisper of love,

a silent hug sent through the air,

a little reminder that someone is thinking of you,

a way of saying, I'm here, I care.

It’s a soft touch without the touching,

a hug without the arms,

a little flutter of butterflies,

a heart disarmed by simple charms.

It’s what we do in passing,

a gesture familiar and true,

but when the intentions are pure,

even the smallest kiss carries meaning through.

Like a note folded into a pocket,

like a wish carried on the breeze,

like a tiny light in someone’s darkness,

or a moment of unexpected peace.

Because a kiss doesn't need lips to land,

or hands to pull you near.

Sometimes love travels on nothing at all

but the hope that someone feels it when it's there.

So I blow you a kiss,

and you hold it close to your heart—

a little piece of love sent your way,

even when we're worlds apart.

~Nichole Nichole