poem one: kiss

the last time
i kissed you
i was wearing
your clothes
and standing
in the rain

i haven’t heard
your voice
i haven’t seen
your face

for weeks on end

though your lips against my neck
still wake me from inside dreams

you stay behind
the fence we raised
to stop that dog from biting

it’s a small thing
with needles for teeth

it won’t let you kiss me
it can smell my fear

mixed with its own


This poem happened because of a prompt I’d scribbled down for the last NaPo but didn’t use – ‘the last time I kissed you’ (I have no idea which site it came from). Turns out I had a lot on my mind about last kisses.


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