
Precious the time was
and now it’s down to this
the final eve before leaving
Perhaps we should just embrace
from now till then, though there’s
a strong case never to separate
I will relish the feel of your cheek
against mine, soothes my mind, relaxes my temples
the mere brush of your lash
Your breathing, the way you draw life
is so close to me now in the surround
you make with a wave of your hand and hair
There is no reason to ever release this hold
no way to improve the way I feel right now
I would die and mummify, oh so happy
© Chagall 2014
