The Last kiss
Tucked in the bent of a forgotten hallway
among curved walls that cradle the skeleton of
a rusted spiraling stair-way -
hidden, devoid from all eyes - a piece of world
lost.
There we meet, in secret, in an overlooked corner
to bid our good-byes.
Our parting as quiet as our meetings,
shrouded from the light of existence.
Upon these stairs, I touch you one last time,
and pray that may my finger tips remember always
the feel and warmth of your skin,
may my eyes save the image of each line on your face,
and may my breath not forget the pattern in which they
escalate when in your presence.
On these holy stairs, I bow one last time
to commit once again the sin
of loving you.
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