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The
Final Kiss
The golden sun a disc
Against the clear blue sky;
Yet cold enough to kill,
And watch our loving die.
We meet, embrace; her mouth
Recalls the taste of love,
And yet retracting tongue
Implies she’s felt enough.
How empty can one feel
When hoping pain will pass?
I thought I stood on sand
When it is broken glass.
I watch our parting hands,
Resent that final kiss:
Our lives have just untouched:
Why has it come to this?
The disc is slipping down
Behind the buildings fast,
And yet that very sun—
Oh how it melts my heart! |
