With my neck in the guillotine
and the mob hungry for blood
my final thought was us naked
and touching each other's there.

The hangman's noose around me
standing on a trap door  I thought
of your soft voice comforting me
while I wept in my agony.

Standing tall blindfolded  before
a firing squad I thought of you
for comfort. You always believed
in me. I always loved you for it.