Death's Kiss

Yes, I think that- if someday- I were to die- That yes, it was enough time, Just enough time to love, And more than enough time, even; Fountains of time rushed through me, Though I couldn't quite contain, capture them In my hungry, trembling fingers; Even though it was Love itself trembled me In its strong caresses; rough or soft, I was its open-mouthed glutton While I lived out long centuries of love, Lived them out as fast as I was able- And only slowed down, Just a little bit, toward the end- For death- to kiss me.