By Annie K. rczaej@aol.com
Date: 28 October 1998

One Last Kiss

his
2 strands of berries on top of one another
rest on mine
while 2 pillars of brown smoke
close to breathe in my scent of
gardenias blooming in the heavens

the scent of his old navy
docked in my souls porthole
until it overran me
my mind saw flashes and bolts of light
crisscrossing between my eyes

his taste was of the mocha latte
it spun me around to fantasy
amazing utopic things happened
all because of our last kiss
goodbye