The Last Kiss Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

her hands were cold, ​my eyes were numb,
and impossible was eye contact;
tears rolling down, and hearts left dumb;
how on sep'ration, we could act?

she looked at me with silent lips:
her forehead was with worries moist!
we, as rain before thunder drips;
just forgot if ever rejoiced.

then, suddenly, I held her head,
she held her hands before my back;
our lips struck as world was dead,
a love's revenge with pink attack!

don't know when our lips separat'd,
it was a mourn more than a bliss;
she left, she had to leave, behead;
left me tantalized with last kiss!

July 02,2022