A Keepsake

If this is the last moment I will claw at the veil of my dress and naked cling to you. I will take your face between my hands, with the mouth of a thousand moments of my thirst I will drink from your mouth. And then then flying to the “other world” I will hasten with the keepsake of the jar of my body brimming with the shining vineyard of “God” on earth. Every moment every moment ah! perhaps is the last moment. Come my love...