The Last Kiss

 

The early morning tangle on the pillow

 where she slept.

Her fingers softly curling round a treasure

which she kept

Enmeshed within this living cage, lest it

should fly away

And leave her only memories of such

a perfect day.

 

The palest hint of colour tinged her cheeks

like sunrise now.

Dark lashes fringed her eyelids – slender tendrils

framed her brow,

Whilst her lips, relaxed, so tender, by a

deeper hue defined

Smiled a shy, but silent, message - masking

secrets in her mind.

 

For her lover, tug of heartache as he

plants upon her cheek

One last tender touch of caring, yet too light

to break her sleep.

Though it well may break her heart and will forever

scar her life,

When she wakes alone and learns by phone –

He’s gone back to his wife!