How I would wish that moment to continue, to linger, last,
Remain -- my hand will lie by yours for days, months, years, decades,
For centuries, millennia, and longer -- with no facts
To ascertain, no laws to pass and break -- with no truth, no lies.
You will forget your name and mine, the difference between my flesh
And yours, my-age-your-age, and that you can remember, can
Forget; and only one still thought will stay -- prolonged, delayed --
Rather a thirst -- your need, your urge, necessity, will to taste,
Feel, touch, retain my fluid tongue within your dry mouth. I wish
That minute to continue. Watching from aside, I see --
For hours, days, weeks, for months and years -- my tongue between your lips,
Flowing and flowing slowly deeper, deeper -- behind your ribs.