You Give Me Something to Die For

Just your touch,
A mere caress, a slight graze,
Sets me into a feeling, an indescribable healing,
The insignificance of my soul's bleeding,
Paling to the brilliance of your presence with my wound's sealing.

Without remorse, let us gaze upon another,
As brother to brother,
Or lover to lover,
Or dealer to healer,

With this contemplation,
Let us meet once more,
Even as we realize death is but a door,
To that harbor,
Where we will never again be forced to say farewell.