When
my time
comes..
to finally
greet Death..
I hope
she comes
to me
as an old ally..
and a cherished
friend.

As if we knew
each other
all our life.
Because
of course
we did..
she always
loomed
behind me..
out of sight.

I wrote
more love for her
than any other
muse, as well.
Because
she loved me
more than all
the rest of them
combined..
my heart
can tell.

Love of the flesh
is fickle.. always bitter
on my tongue,
indeed..
My love
for the eternal
is, however,
deathly sweet.