The Last of My Life

As the last of the flowers bloom
The things of life are doomed.
The sun collapsed as the night fell
covering every entity of our cold bodies
waiting for you to succumb to my love.
Wrath seemed to be everywhere
death's stench covers the rabbit's field
the river came to an end
and all was lost, lost without you here
here, in our sanctuary of love and lust
here in our sanctuary we will be.
The night yawned and the sun awakened
the night died as you left
the flowers never bloomed again
the flowers withered in the arms of day
the flowers never smiled to me when I woke
the flowers that never have seen the light of darkness........

Feb. 14, 1996

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