The Final Kiss

I never thought that a kiss

Could haunt like a memory,

Outrun the rain in dampening my joy,

Under a hard-won state of reverie.

 

Walking past stony faces,

I suddenly recall a kiss so sweet

That drew in the stale air of wasted breath,

Then baptized cursed lips with moistened heat.

 

Vivid memory imprisons the kiss within my mind,

Causes trembling in the legs and welling of the eyes,

For a kiss never to know it will caress my lips again

Returns uninvited until the desire dies.

 

The final kiss vows never to be forgotten,

Ever to be the spark to a flame,

Always to be relived in countless dreams,

Eternally to sear my heart with his name.

Copyright © 1999 By Chantale Reve