The Dying of Death

Your last kiss on my eyes was not cold. My last touch: my hand on your elbow was not cold. - The death of the body is an inevitable event. Is death the great pit between you and me? - The death of the body is an inevitable event. Before the inevitable: far from all the marketplaces rolling over the soft meadow on the earth of my body you scattered the seeds of all your hot kisses. Do the unfulfilled lovers rise to deny me? But the truth is here: in my veins: - your hot lips, my trembling hands – in my veins a flowing stream of red roses...