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Last Kiss
I brought a wreath of mistletoe;
To you, a crimson red ribbon;
On the coiled evergreen;
To reignite the memories;
Of that Christmas day;
When we kissed;
Blindly, with our eyes closed.
When my eager lips locked on to yours;
In a moment of uncharted passion;
Our first and our last,
When you dazzled like an angel;
Even with a pale white skin and a white cap on;
In a virgin white gown that kissed your knee cap;
With a rouge that faintly slithered to your lips;
Your last bout of blood;
Rushing for a moment of spontaneous bliss;
As I firmly sat by you that night;
My angel under her sheets;
As her heart let go of my stubborn grip;
To fall in to an eternal slumber.
Now I reminisce our last hours together;
As I lay down the wreath on your tomb stone;
Remembering that night when two bald people kissed;
As the fluorescent lights stumbled, as you crumbled;
To an unforgiving parasite in mutational bliss;
Now I stare one more time at the mistletoe;
As I firmly hold my lips in the wind;
Waiting for you to caress mine one more time;
Before I see you.....
In heaven.
poem
by
Dilantha Gunawardana
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