October 8, 2012


When this
besotted life
has grown sated
with me, having
drunk up the last drop,
when I can no longer
see you in my dreams,
only walk
in your empty rooms,
then will I be ignited
on the waiting pyre,
my ashes sifted
into the same dark sea,
my memory put to rest
on the same kind ship
I have sailed
with thee.