Oh Soft Gestures

Oh Soft Gestures,
standing tall,
fair,
hair neatly combed,
tongue fluent,
piercing bright green eyes,
existence convincing;

do you really wish me a pleasant flight?

Come,
sit on my lap
with a cup full of warm tomato soup,
and gaze with me at the warm yellow sun
through the busy runways,
far in the East.

And then,
I hope that you will let me
plant
a cold kiss on your warm neck;

this:
for me to have
the most pleasant flight.

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