One Last  F u c k

 
Before my eyesight fails
and I forget
how to write

Before I can't remember
what fucking day it is
where I live
or my own name

Before time has
nothing more to say
and there's no longer
a sigh
in the spaces between my ears

When I can't feed myself
or smell the stink
of my own piss

When dignity demands charity
and I call for God
but he can't hear me
because I know
there's no such thing

I'd like to feel
your tongue again
to feast
on the smoothness of your skin
rest limb upon limb

Your hardness
for my soft wet warm
until our universes shudder
and their fire is stilled
so the last thing I'll remember
will be you