A Scar to Be Cherished

To know kindness, grasp first      
the stark void of losing all      
that is dear.    
   
Our hoarded treasures,      
our carefully counted coins, lie useless      
and abandoned at death's door.    
   
Tonight's fervent embrace      
is wonderful as we touch,      
flesh on flesh in desperation,    
   
grasping for significance,      
even while tasting the salty    
tart of life’s sweetest orgasm.    
   
Let us remember that this too,    
will one day be left behind    
in the forfeiting hands of time.    
   
To truly know love, let us    
stare down the grim truth    
of death, accepting our ends,    
   
and the loss of those we cherish.    
In acceptance, we will enter    
the giddy joys of this rapid release,    
   
unfixed in time as a wound    
that will never heal,    
and a scare to be cherished.