Self portrait with a kiss on my left cheek

she kisses me and
everything disappears,
pauses, as if to say
these soft lips must not leave
my cheek. your hands
trace the steam of your
breath, attempting
to spread the
blush all over my face.
how can you alone be this
flocculent, like a ball of wool.
I close my eyes and
your lips are still here,
sealed to my cheek,
seeking to reach my lips.

Younglan Talyoung