KissLanding (for Gavin)


Like almost and

Sort of and

Mostly like all

My others our

First kiss mislanded

Like a parachutist

Flying into trees

My lips fell

Off target half

Lips half cheek

Embarrassed asking for

Another I climbed

Into my plane

Of nerves and

Jumped again this

Time landing squarely

On those full

Succulent soft lips