Let's Go!

Your back
is dying in me
this afternoon,
my saddened fugitive.
Never as now
the wave of your face
burns out in me.
Never as now
do we spin,
you fleeing my mouth,
my mouth fleeing
your back,
both approaching
the ashes
of the last kiss.

Now I know,
my love.

The first kiss is sweet
and trembles in the heavens.
The last is grey
and tastes of salt
so that never as now
will I feel the pain
of being alone with myself,
witness to the death
of your lovely back.