Last Kiss
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
Love second to none ...
The moon, that just moments before bathed our night -
Now swallowed by light ...
Huge clouds, like fresh mushrooms, bloom pink in the skies,
Soft-sparkling your eyes ...
Night, turned to day, with bright colors and aura ...
Such dazzling horror ...
Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one,
We burn like the sun ...
Our lives and world ... done.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Half-Eleven" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Last ..." Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
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