The Kiss, or Eulogy for a Feeling

The kiss was a deathblow
seen through quick, drowsy eyes;
a stolen moment, no surprise.
But it's not what got me,
it's not what gets me,
but the way I let me
and my life slip out of control.
The glimpse, though, was needed,
as my madness receded:
finally dead, a hope with no reason
defeated.