Oh that I have lived
to witness this

the beauty
of your kiss

as it creates me
in the image of itself

worth all the living
that has gone before

(all the waiting for)

& which
I would scrafice

the time to come
the time still owed to me

except
having tasted

such
ectasy

I long...long
to taste it

once more.

'F*** off dear...I'm trying to sleep! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-the-poet/