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One Last Kiss

He existed in that moment
when the absence of sound
coaxed my cerebral contentment to veer from its asylum,
nearing me to the brim of an incessant need to feel
the familiarity of a quelled want

So, I offered my flesh;
palms turned inward, welcoming muted serrated indentations
to nuzzle the cusp of my wrists, kissing with bated breaths
against the cerulean vein beneath the sleeve of cellophane pulses,
dissolving the line conjoining sanity and madness
into a singular coalesced truth

And this truth, this liberation,
released warm sanguine comfort to foster my naked curiosity
and it crept down, slowly, hugging my skin
further emaciating any lingering qualms,
beckoning my lips to touch�to become acquainted with
the unknown urge that had taken over
where sensibility once reigned

And I tasted�I tasted�him
and I knew him and then
he became what he had been:
my quandary�my impasse�my contradiction�my Catch-22
the elemental nourishment vital to my existence
my brio�s depletion,
extracting the sustenance of my spirit wholly
delivered with my body as my soul

He was my promise;
the promise that had come within
my coming�my birth�my immortality
the origin of me before and after I
and I knew him
for he existed in that moment
and he was mine
my clarity�my opaque reflections
my supposed to be but never meant to happen

And he had taken what he�d already possessed,
what I�d freely given him unbeknownst to myself,
all of me, all of me that existed beyond comprehension
and I hated him with all the love I had for him
for taking me away from me and
leaving none of me for myself

And he existed in that moment
the moment I surrendered
my wrists to the affections of those serrated indentations
and felt his touch upon me once more for the last time,
for it was then when my lips found him abiding
in that warm sanguine comfort
that I knew he was my unrequited soul mate
and just as his presence was the death of me
without him
I could not live