Part Of Me Poem by L.B. Temuco

If I die today
I will not die without
Telling you how beautiful you are
for the last time
How you are missing
How I love the life gleam
On your dark body
That in a forest clearing
I have lain against your soft silver limbs
in the embrace of rainbows
above the rushing sounds
of your disappointment
under eyes, which in the silence of fallen men
sitting on benches in parks, their old brown shoes
creased and dusty, stolen from life,
I feel only
The fault line in my chest
The flapping of your Great Smile
The shadow of the moon on your Gilded Lips
The moaning primal arch of your Pleasure
I feel only the Blessed Path of finding you
In the fearful autumn of senescence
This Infinite Ache
The stir of this Single Sweetness
I stay in this Coronation, crowned by your
Secret Knowledge, your purple wine
A fragrant wound in my mouth
And your fingers run like the weeping of stars
Your hand shivering bones around my heart
A necklace from Africa