The Arrangement

I have bought you ~
You are mine ~ to do with
As I please ~ for the
Next twenty four hours ~

I have met your price ~ and
You have met my terms ~
And honest lust is all that
We will have between us ~

I am in the final years of
My life ~ and I would not end
It without feeling ~ once more ~
The ecstasy of flesh on flesh ~

I want to come alive in my
Lover’s arms ~ to waken from
The half-doze I have fallen into ~
To feel something once again ~

To regain ~ for a brief while ~
The passion that once was
A constant companion ~ and the
Driving force of my very life ~

We will keep the lights low ~
I will not court your pity ~
Although you have the look of
A kind and generous lover ~

And afterward ~ we will not
Speak of it again ~

The Final Act

I’ve heard it said that ~
In the end ~ all death is suicide ~
I didn’t understand then ~
But now perhaps
I begin to comprehend ~

How the pull of where one is ~
Can grow less potent than
The urgent call of where
One wants to be ~
How curiosity can beckon ~

This was never meant
To be forever ~
The spirit cannot be contained
Within this fragile flesh ~
For more than our
Brief moment in the
Flow of time ~

I’m looking forward
to the big adventure ~
Though I confess to
Trepidation ~ when it
Comes to passing
Through the door ~

I guess I’ll see ~