The kiss of love

She blew a flying kiss,
closing her eyes,
Steeped in love,
as love itself.
And it meandered along,
in waves of joy,
Spreading forth cheer,
unlocking the dreamers,
from the trance of sufferings,
and the pain of separation.
And for a moment,
we all closed our eyes,
And we felt her love,
Her shudder under our skins,
alive in pain,
alive in pleasure,
alive in separation,
alive in unity.
She was not loving.
She was love herself.