i have only this body
this blood and water
with which to write a final letter
my farewell
my freedom
my memory
nothing more can i offer
as sight fades
i do not look
i do not try
only my outstretched hand
should you reach out your hand to take it Love,
                                                               take also my lips sweetly against yours-

and under the newest stars, the dusk will have us
as we never were;
as we always were-
but with only branches enough for this brief burning;
holding everything
holding nothing
curse into my mouth your dying song
and let the scent of our forgetting linger forever
its color bleeding on the strands of tomorrow to be woven

when i awake alone in wrinkled sheets my hands will search and find
only the cool underside of my pillow
                                                          ­              our lips will part as if together still
our tongues only whisper to the pale morning air
longing to savour again the hum of bodies meeting in time
the warmth that has forsaken us

as a smoke we escape the world of seeing
becoming timeless
invisible
eternal