I stay up late
occupied with thoughts of you
inside the wasted, frail and failing form
That this life ends is not news
but how do we cope with transcendence?
My lover I leak fear and longing for your presence
like your body lets go of fluids
Is it too much to contain?
There is an emptying happening
violent, delirious, grinding time to a halt
and speeding up the one long second that
takes you to the end