there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

Perchance I loved thee half as much
         (not as much as you wished)
as I loved the worldlings.
'Tis curious to think-- I love those who art
not fair nor bright (compared to thee).

But never meant, thou and I, share the same
          Weltanschauung (never will we).
I, forsooth, believed in eternity
and thou in our certain demise.

For thou spake of ice and fire (in your dreams
          they often appear)-- that potent
elements-- wilt end our world,
wherein we once loved.

Shall thy dreams ordained to foretell our end,
          (that the world and all within--
perish between extremities)
then my love for thee hereon, forever suspends