Oh that I have lived <br />to witness this <br /> <br />the beauty <br />of your kiss <br /> <br />as it creates me <br />in the image of itself <br /> <br />worth all the living <br />that has gone before <br /> <br />(all the waiting for) <br /> <br />& which <br />I would scrafice <br /> <br />the time to come <br />the time still owed to me <br /> <br />except <br />having tasted <br /> <br />such <br />ectasy <br /> <br />I long...long <br />to taste it <br /> <br />once more. <br /> <br />'F*** off dear...I'm trying to sleep! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-the-poet/
