The Scent of the Morning Air

The scent of the morning air
Are like tiny pecks on the lips
The blows of the morning air
Brushes against my cheeks
Kissing the senses of the skin but always incomplete
Without your caresses and mouth against mine
I’m not whole and pained by my loneliness
Scythed by this element, I live a life without you, pained by the distance
Saying to some point you’ll be beside me and your arms
Around me and your kisses on my lips and mouth
Fluid exchanges through each kiss.