One Last Kiss
One
Last Kiss
“Just
one kiss,” he begged me for
“One
goodnight kiss and nothing more.”
And
he was lost; one kiss before
He
must descend from day to deep:
“One
last kiss and then I’ll sleep.”
I
met his eyes but answered not
So
shocked was I by such a thought:
To
kiss a man whom I knew naught?
My
darkened gaze he must have caught;
He
closed his eyes and turned his head,
“I
should not have asked,” he said.
“Just
put me under – it’s all right,”
He
said, but I could see the tight
Hard
lines across his brow – the fright
And
ache he felt at thought of night.
Knowing
his last sense would be pain;
Knowing
he might not wake again.
Gently
I turned his face to mine
And
with my finger smoothed a line
From
off his brow – that last, hard sign.
I
said, “Everything will be fine.”
He
smiled and murmured, “One thing more:
Please
tell my Mum that I love her.”
Those
gentle words destroyed my doubt,
Bundled
my fears and cast them out.
I
saw so clear ought and ought not:
Better
to do than to do naught,
My
choice – to send away in grief
Or
give a moment of relief.
I
bended down – our lips did meet.
The
kiss was long and soft and sweet,
So
warm yet free of lustful heat
And
I knew that he felt complete.
I
pulled away and said, “I will.”
He
smiled and sighed and then grew still.
Author's note: Yes, he died
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Is it odd that I love each poem that you write even more than the next??? This is a beautiful piece, and the photo you found to go with it is awesome. :D
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