The last kiss

February 15, 2015

Like slimy water falls to the sole of

my feet's cave,

when felt wet like early down dew,

her lip shines,

though did not use the reddish sticky

stick.

Then was I quick, like grabbing fairy-

tales, -

as her right foot toes stood firm on a

journey's flight.

If goodbye was the saddest, her kiss

called smiles from the hurts.

Stigo de poet

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