It strikes me this might be as good an outing as any for my love poem about paramedics and Dignitas. At least for once mine won't be the rudest entry Lucy gets.
Kisses
A paramedic gives the kiss of life,
a practiced and impersonal salute
that resurrects. When backup teams arrive,
Prince Charming carries on along his route.
At Dignitas they give the kiss of death.
To dole out poison’s just a daily job.
For comfort and to ease your bitter breath
they pop a chocolate in your dying gob.
Although this may be lovers’ blasphemy,
to diss the life-and-deathness of your kisses,
just pucker up, put down that cup of tea,
come over here, and plant one on the missus.
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