I dedicate my verses to you,
I circumscribe my kisses to our shared history.
I hug you wishing that my embrace can be timeless.
But I know I write for myself,
that my kisses are simply kisses.
When I hug you at night, I know my body will ask me to turn around
and my hug will inevitably end.
I enjoy poetry and lying to myself
so I like believing in the truthfulness of the first stanza.