I’m just keeping your kiss on my lips –
Nameless horror with desperate desire!
In the desert of loss no one strips
To exchange heavy frost for the fire.
Lifelong battle condemns my control,
Saying ‘Trust the demand of a thirst’.
Touching lips I have touched your soul –
Parting look asks for sorrowful cost.
A temptation gives me an advice
To be blind during all inner trips.
Sun is dying away in the skies
Like your kiss burning down on my lips…
The Last Kiss
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2025
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