Kisses of Steel and Love
By Michelle Garren Flye
Blow a kiss to the wind, she said.
What good is a kiss? I replied.
Kisses are free to drift—just feathers.
What good is that in a world of hate?
Blow a kiss and find out, she said.
Open yourself to the world, embrace
Its sharp edges with your heart.
Blow kisses of steel and love.
Blow kisses to stop hate and fear,
To staunch the flow of tears and
To shield us all from the pain.
But I saw the fault in her grand plan.
I might blow kisses of steel and love
But pain is a bullet and it flies direct,
While kisses float aimlessly away
Like fluff and prayers on the wind.