Death's Kiss Poem by Patti Masterman

Yes, I think that- if someday- I were to die-
That yes, it was enough time,
Just enough time to love,
And more than enough time, even;
Fountains of time rushed through me,
Though I couldn't quite contain, capture them
In my hungry, trembling fingers;

Even though it was Love itself trembled me
In its strong caresses; rough or soft,
I was its open-mouthed glutton
While I lived out long centuries of love,
Lived them out as fast as I was able-
And only slowed down,
Just a little bit, toward the end-
For death- to kiss me.