I kiss you, regardless of huge distances in space and time
that divided us
since your departing,
my lips break all known physical laws,
they became like Black Hole,
as the God of our Galaxy,
which pulls to itself all and creats worlds and spaces,
messier Sagittarius,
supporting all our distances, sunrises and sunsets,
who twists and turns as he wished all our past, present and future,
oh yeah, my lips were able to reach you, my joy,
select you out from this continuum of continuous decay,
increasing entropy and old age,
returning us to the most wonderful evergreen years -
they are by some miracle
found you
beating thousands of kilometers at once
and exactly fit in and stick tightly to your lips
when you are walking among the streets of your city,
like some sucker of supergiant space tentacles,
as antennas of an interstellar ship
which locate and investigate unknown void of space,
so densely packed by high energies
and made up the exact calculation of your coordinates
come down to you from heaven,
while all the other parts of my body and soul
remained there - far behind
and have no idea where you are and what doing now and did before,
my lips like hungry hypersensitive leeches,
having made this mind-blowing plunge and breakthrough,
tightly pressed against your tender lips
creating this amazing bridge
between our continents, countries and worlds.