The question of death is this poem is written from the position
of one who is in love enjoying the brief moments he can share with the one he
loves.
Before
the dawn
Tonight I’ll lay my promises
down,
tonight I’ll lay my body
beneath the ground,
I’ll dine with ground worms as
time
lifts up the scalpel to cut my
spirit free,
perhaps to soar or drown, to be
set loose
that I may rest in words, in
deeds,
in the tongues of old loves and
new,
good friends and righteous
enemies,
tonight I’ll lie beside you and
be young again,
I’ll touch you slowly as you
lay your lips against
my cheek and swear to keep me
and my secrets
long into the night and before
the dawn.
Beautiful
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