There was no kindness in the last kiss
The more common exchange is a hand
A brief comment on the sun or clouds
Our courteous words boring and bland
But we did our last kiss as a formality
A ‘thank you’ would have been just as nice
For the morning after romping in a bed
Does call for some sort of leaving device
After both feet acquire the solid ground
My mind wonders at this last minute touch
Going in prepared only for the one night
Coming out with such an awkward brush
Why was it expected to be the farewell
In that transitioning unavoided moment
Me leaving us nothing in the end to gain
By adding a kiss to what had been spent
By Ruth L. Rivers
Sept.7,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Me leaving us nothing in the end to gain By adding a kiss to what had been spent nice and poignant, thoughful and precise.... a poem that runs, lives and speaks of itself. Nice write Ruth...the end is mesmerising and has a perfect depth for the reader to soak and sink himself....in it