You kissed me three times
When leaving,
The last time we met.

You had done that once before.

I was left happy, elated.
But real life soon brought me down to earth.

This time, however,
Felt different.

The First Kiss
Was soft and warm, but polite.
On the lips, as always.

The Second Kiss
Weakened me.
I trembled.

And there was a Third.
And it was many things at once:

I saw your face
Like one
Leaping from the precipice.