Where do our lovers go
Once they're done with us?
First they go away
taking their bodies with them.
Out of our reach.
Then in some years
these wrinkles, these eyes,
these hands, these thighs
all once so cherished and kissed
and been to all sorts of mysterious places
will come to rest.
Our lovers, they too will die.
And what happens to that
which was once so enormous
that it once filled the whole world?
And what happens to that
which once seemed indestructible?
And whos cheek will their
very last breath rest upon?
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