Self portrait with a kiss on my left cheek

I don’t need to understand.
Beyond being kissed
And kissing others
My eyes blinked
My ears tingle,
The drums played in my stomach.
Confused between doing the tango or the sabada,
As I receive kisses of a life time,
From the sweet to the swift.,
So I too kissed myself,
For a job well done,
And the one not too well done,
And I kissed myself, for the love I gave,
And the love I took,
And my cheeks and eyes are teary for all the love Lardo forced you to lay on my cheeks .

Bose