Kissing Nothing. by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I did not kiss the lips
I kissed in my mind,
not even a small kiss
or a lightning smooch.
Time sped by and I
darted in and out
kissing nothing, only
kisses in my mind.
I had so many thoughts
that started out promising.

I kissed phantom lips.
I kissed myself.
I put it on my lips
in the mirror facing me.
My mind escaped.
I had such a tough time.
The kiss was not real.
I made out with myself.

Luis was born in Mexico. He lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, The Ogilvie, Pygmy Forest Press, and This Zine Will Change Your Life.