the treasured invisible

He blows kisses from the corner
like throwing glitter, (overhand, under),
warm:sparkling:alive, to
fall on my skin as wonderful rain,
a designated action,
delicate, sensational,

even through windows and walls,
and from down in the street.

His arms swing,
  and
in my mind
I can see them arrive.

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