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one last kiss

my lips are still parted
each time I wake
in anticipation of
the soft pressure of
your lips on mine
one last kiss
scented with
almond bitterness
flavoured with
salty tears
shimmering in
the light of the moon
the cobweb cracks of reality
hard and cold
sharp as ice
fissures in the fairy tale
we told each other
whilst holding hands
in the dark of night
knowing even then
that the end would come
that all that would be left
when day breaks
would be the cold light of dawn
and our lips parting from
that very last kiss
the imprint dissipating
with the vestiges of night
leaving our hearts
bare to the sky
for the ravens to feast
on our soft flesh
until nothing remains
but bones picked clean
shimmering milky white and
so very innocent
in the shadows under the trees.


© Sybille Sterk
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one last kiss

Sybille Sterk

Joined July 2009

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