The kind that picks you up and drops you off in a different state of mind
The kind that leaves you lost in the right direction it has unexpectedly taken
A kiss so purposeful and sound Even the force of the wind nor the stares of passersby can break it
The kind of kiss the brain is stubborn to erase because with every eighth minute the present veers off its natural course to travel back to that enchanting space
Back to him and me planted in front of The Liberty Tree Back to the heated discussion between lips and to everything felt and poured out in our kiss
To hello and goodbye
To stoked intensity
And to the eloquent expression of elusive chemistry