The Last Kiss

Night-time air
So strange and sweet
Sounds of fury
So often to repeat

Explosion of fear
Within a thought of bliss
The serpents presence unknown
Until the kiss

Reality moves away
Distilled thoughts within which you remain
In this way you have been conquered
No more pain

Words Copyright © 1977 J.L. Hunter

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