Farewell Kiss

Bloom war like a rose
on your cruel mouth
right at the corners
where our lips meet,
the hidden thorns
drawing blood passed the surface
so vivid
and so dark.

It reminds me of our childhood
games of heroics;
that time you scraped your knee
and both your palms.
The two of us so certain,
as only children can be, of your death.
With all that blood
I could not wipe away.

Now it is so much worse
as you smile
painfully into my neck
'Not yet. Not yet.'
And I taste the copper
from our fateful kiss goodbye,
which I swallow so I can forget,
but it still remains, un-sweet.