lovely breeze

The breeze that tickles your nose is but a sneeze.
It teases more or less.
Knowing less is more. No fear or stress.
The love you knew before was truly the best.
The life you left was not. Not, the love of a lifetime,
in my mind. A dream is better suited to bless.
So, these kisses I endear to you only in jest.
True to the love you have know, I accept as a quest.
The journey we share as a kiss to our flesh.
Lips to lips or lips to breast. The breeze, is but a whisper of adoration.
Simply put, these kisses in this lifetime or my mind, are all we need;
nothing less.