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Last Kiss Upon My Breast
When death wraps her dark cloak around my shoulders,
I pray she’ll pause and admire how frantic we are to
leave one more act of love on this temporal stage.
I hope she'll whisper introductions in my ear and
wait for my sigh of acceptance before
stopping my heart mid-sentence.
And to my lover, when you see that I have left,
may we remain joined until you feel the
final chill of my ceasing? Plant a last kiss upon
my breast as the hum of unseen cables close
the curtains around what was once my life.
I pray she’ll pause and admire how frantic we are to
leave one more act of love on this temporal stage.
I hope she'll whisper introductions in my ear and
wait for my sigh of acceptance before
stopping my heart mid-sentence.
And to my lover, when you see that I have left,
may we remain joined until you feel the
final chill of my ceasing? Plant a last kiss upon
my breast as the hum of unseen cables close
the curtains around what was once my life.
Published 17th Oct 2022
Author's Note
I dreamed of my own death and it was beautiful, not scary or sad.
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17th Oct 2022 8:43pm
Amazing poem,
I enjoyed reading it,
thanks for sharing this masterpiece with us
I enjoyed reading it,
thanks for sharing this masterpiece with us
18th Oct 2022 00:55am
18th Oct 2022 4:44pm
That would be a nice way to go. Feeling and seeing the light, and then on the path towards the light.
Although, your partner might feel a bit awkward explaining to the authorities and family on what you were doing at your demise...! : )
Although, your partner might feel a bit awkward explaining to the authorities and family on what you were doing at your demise...! : )
22nd Oct 2022 5:31pm
24th Oct 2022 3:21pm
a positive transformation...NDEs, even in dreams, can be totally transformative...like a breath of fresh air...which this poem is...well done
Re-reading this since your mother's passing, it seems to prefigure her own ending. The lines:
Plant a last kiss upon
my breast as the hum of unseen cables close
the curtains around what was once my life.
so remind me of the curtains I have seen surround a casket at that moment of committal at cremation services I have been to.
Perhaps this may have been what she was thinking on 2nd May, if she recalled any particular past poem, one of few I alas did not comment on when she was alive.
Plant a last kiss upon
my breast as the hum of unseen cables close
the curtains around what was once my life.
so remind me of the curtains I have seen surround a casket at that moment of committal at cremation services I have been to.
Perhaps this may have been what she was thinking on 2nd May, if she recalled any particular past poem, one of few I alas did not comment on when she was alive.
15th May 2023 1:06pm
15th May 2023 6:55pm
