Lost Kisses

muah...muah...that is all, and is that not enough?

Where do blown kisses go,
when I send them
across the room to you?
Do you really feel them;
a soft brush on your face.
Do my lips brush like lace
against your sweet skin.

Do kisses ever blow away,
missing your face in a breeze,
sail out into the clouds
past the trees?
Is there a land of lost kisses,
broken hearts, and sad misses?