The Kiss Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

There was no kindness in the last kiss
The more common exchange is a hand
A brief comment on the sun or clouds
Our courteous words boring and bland
But we did our last kiss as a formality
A ‘thank you’ would have been just as nice
For the morning after romping in a bed
Does call for some sort of leaving device

After both feet acquire the solid ground
My mind wonders at this last minute touch
Going in prepared only for the one night
Coming out with such an awkward brush

Why was it expected to be the farewell
In that transitioning unavoided moment
Me leaving us nothing in the end to gain
By adding a kiss to what had been spent

By Ruth L. Rivers
Sept.7,2009