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Epitaph of a Late Conversation


"I shall kiss your leaden-lidded eyes."


Lover, when I am dead,
will you clothe me in a winding-sheet,
to keep my feet from bleeding out
my resurrection?


Lovesick, when you first lie
in vault or mound at night
I'll steal in, to place my mouth
upon yours, and there insufflate
fresh life by rite, and possession,
-such a will have I.


Heartsick, when I've risen,
and you've so much as a little sigh,
might I, still occupy that space
as your wrying spectre?


Sweetheart, so you'd haunt me?
As a shape on my wall,
or in my bathroom mirror?
Would you still profess,
that you are most blessed,
when I've taken the turn,
and am only a spectre
of my old age?

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