Beloved, 
In what other lives or lands 
Have I known your lips 
Your Hands 
Your Laughter brave 
Irreverent. 
Those sweet excesses that 
I do adore. 
What surety is there 
That we will meet again, 
On other worlds some 
Future time undated. 
I defy my body's haste. 
Without the promise 
Of one more sweet encounter 
I will not deign to die.


 = Stefonia Bavin