The Book Of Distant Love

Last Kiss

4 of 6: Last Kiss


When you find the right one after kissing all the wrong
You revel in knowing this is your final destination
Your last kiss
A taste you’ll master
Curves, tenderness, taste buds, electricity
All of it, concrete in your mind
But then
You have another kind of last kiss
A kind where you can taste the salt from your eyes
Mixing altogether with what is precious
It’s the last kiss you wish to savor
It’ll be months before you’ll know it again
Curves, tenderness, taste buds, electricity
The missing mixture
And you lick your lips everyday pretending to feel another’s
But I must wait patiently
Humbly awaiting when the cobwebs of distance will be wiped away
And your lips will find mine again, at last
My last


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