On your lips

I can taste the loss
on your lips,
mixed in drops with the
lingering bitterness
of fear.

It is here now trembling
in your kiss,
fragile, reaching out
and looking in,
holding on but
letting go.

For now the shadow
approaches,
and there will be
no more
than these lips
on lips,
and the taste
of love complete.

17/3/2018

 

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