Oh that I have lived
to witness this
the beauty
of your kiss
as it creates me
in the image of itself
worth all the living
that has gone before
(all the waiting for)
& which
I would scrafice
the time to come
the time still owed to me
except
having tasted
such
ectasy
I long...long
to taste it
once more.
'F*** off dear...I'm trying to sleep! '
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-the-poet/
