Last kiss.

Last kiss.

Smoothly tender,

The finest satin

The sheerest denier

Downy covered,

A softly variegated

Ripple of freckles.

Sunbeam kisses

Jostle and merge

As they crowd together

Across your shoulders.

It is a mystery

How they find space

But they do.

When the friendly

Rough and tumble stops

The jumble

Looks so perfectly poised

It is as if they sigh

With every touch.

They sing even as a twist

Of cold air

Prickles your neck.

A song of paradise,

A bouquet of music,

A delicate spray

Of expiration

To aid discovery

As every breath

Paints a new sky.

Your imprint

Is everywhere.

Even a single tear

Bowling over my face,

Dropping down

From the end of my nose,

Rolling and tumbling

Splashing onto your skin,

Adding a sparkle to the morning sun

Filtering through brocade curtains,

Like a bead of fragrant dew,

A honeyed pearl

On a torn rose petal

Just before its fateful fall,

Is still beautiful,

Even as it dies.