When you feel my hands gripping your face and my eyes on yours,
and my body, with all its unspent passion, pushes into yours,
know that I am seeking to make such a great love inside you,
Seeking to rub our bodies into a fire that melts me into you,
know that when I push inside you, I want to leave myself there.

But do I give or do I take?
Even as I give myself to you, I want to consume you;
To hold you until the end of my life, my last moments, so that your eyes will be my last vision,
My flesh clamors and grasps to make you a burning ember inside my body,
to warm my heart until the day you see the tears run through the wrinkles around my eyes as i realize that I see you for the last time in this life.
In my hunger I worry and wonder-
Did I capture your heart for this last moment, just so I can be comforted by your love?

Did I ****** you to be mine that I may yet understand the love of God through the love of your pure, pulsing human soul in this last gaze, or the final single touch of your hand on my head, or your lips on my eyes?

Did I invoke in your life the sacrifice of love so that I would yet have faith in this last moment of my life. . . faith that life has meaning and joy and that eternity will yet contain such joy as well?

If this has been my design can you forgive me of its selfishness? Can I be yours in exchange for this favor? Can you join me in this final revelation?