dog-paddling
in zero gee
   my beagle

plastic dinosaur
made from fossil oil -
  recursion

in the men’s room
peeking under my stall
  - tentacles

fighting ourselves
we never see
  -- that alien ship

it’s not the video;
she really looks
like that

tiny scream
under my boot
  first step on Mars

what will be
my last sensation
before I die -
will it be the
touch
of your hand within mine?

what will be
the final taste in my mouth
before I die -
will it be your
kiss
moist upon my lips?

what will be
the very last thing I hear
before I die -
will it be your
whisper
in my ear?

what will be
the last sight in my eyes
before I die -
will it be your
face
looking at me?

what will be
my last thought
before I die -
will it be
of you
and our life together?

what will be
has not yet happened, but
before I die
I will live every day
with you
until what may be becomes
what will be