The very last kiss

(entered in the Kiss competition)    
     
Routine relations with my son's mother    
Became little more than joint obligation.    
Menopause and her fundamentalist    
Christian church had ended the sexual.    
Mutual sensual pleasure was to be had    
Only in eating- anticipating    
And then relishing each other's cooking.    
     
Then breast cancer struck and remedies failed.    
Months of corporeal disintegration,    
Much under my care, came to the point where    
The movement of her body was confined    
To eyes and mouth. Speech went yet with eyes    
We showed we both well knew the end was close.    
     
In great need of one full night's sleep, I came    
To make another of our last farewells.    
She pouted with her lips over again    
Each telegraphed by movement of the eyes.      
She wanted and begged for one last kiss.    
     
Every cell of her full lips made effort    
To meet mine. She kept them there with all    
Her tiny strength till consciousness went.    
It was quite surprisingly sensual.    
For a barely breathing limp body.    
     
The next morning I found that she had gone.    
Post-death turmoil gave little time for thought.    
Only later would I wonder at length    
What that kiss meant. Did she think she was    
At last free from religious obligation?    
Did she regret the years of abstinence?    
     
Now my question is. Will anyone be there    
To welcome my kiss when my time has come?