The Last Kiss
by LateNiteFantasy©
Your crosshairs
tickle my neck,
as I prepare
for the impact.
My ears scream
for a clue,
but I will be dead
before I hear you.
I feel the heat
from your muzzle,
smell the acrid smoke
of your fragrance.
And I wonder which
thought will be my last
as the bullet explodes
into my brain.
The screaming sound:
liquid consciousness
splatters the wall
as your lips leave mine.