A last kiss

What will be our last kiss?

A Judas kiss,

armed and dangerous,

ambushing us unawares

in vicious kidnap.

A Joyous kiss,

as you or I slide softly

between death’s sheets

shedding pain with the old skin

and into the warm embrace

of refreshment.

A Jealous kiss,

of envy,

as you escape the captivity of now,

with its cages and caverns,

for the eternity behind the curtain.

A Joining kiss

that embraces

both of us with its fusion

and pairs us in an everlasting marriage

that death ‘doth NOT part’.

More than the conjoining of limbs

and the probing of love,

more than the selfish satisfaction

of a moment.