Fruit of the Stars

If I would taste the fruit you are sampling
I must let you eat it as well

If I would hold the hand you are holding
I must let go of your own

If I would kiss the lips you are kissing
The way you are kissing them
I must remove my mouth from yours

If I would dance as you dance, sing as you sing
I must take my Mind from its intercourse with yours
I must remove your Mind from mine

And you must go moving freely
As freely you moved when my Soul first saw you
Out and away into infinite space

And when your lovely body
When your pale, freckled limbs
When your grapefruit breasts
Your quivering rear, your red-tufted sex

Enters the galaxies beyond ours

Your long, full orange hair, streaming
By your face and down your alabaster,
Dotted, bony shoulders

Will weave amongst the stars, an angelic nebula
Framing your pale, open, honest face, then

Then

You will smile at me from the night sky
Your hand will reach through light years
To touch me a final time

Before you fade away forever