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Death doesn't mind waiting
You fingertips lift my skin
above the usual shifts of time and space
and death hesitates.
Out of your fingers, then
a Lazarus moment;
perhaps, not biologically,
perhaps, yes;
at least, yes, radiating
a circle of excitement,
a circle of elation,
a circle of electrification,
a great circle of magnetic joy.
But I'm not in awe,
or grateful;
I'm in love.
And only love allows a space for death
beyond our fingers and skin;
where death watches in awe
our little bounding vibratory joy
flow above our deteriorating bodies.
There, it waits patiently
and doesn't mind.
Last edited by mikeham; 09-10-2008 at 05:47 PM.
Reason: SarahNSH's comments helped to change it, thanks ; change word for clarity
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