This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now.

(Authors Note)

a Prayer

Here I lay

In the darkness of my room

Praying to all the Gods that I know

That someday,

Somewhere,

Someway

We can meet each other

And have conversations drunken on wine

Poetry on the Margins #6 If There’s a Next Life

If this one is not enough...
I hope to share one another in a way
that goes beyond great sex.
It feels more
intimate.

But...

I do hope we would have a lot of
drunken nights on wine and walking hand in hand on a dark avenue.
And when I get tired, I'd just plop my head down on your shoulder, and then
you'd smile and stroke my hair or kiss my forehead.
And I would feel so warm and safe and cozy... and yet —

If I licked you,
would you be mine?