IF.
If lovers co-mingle whom Heaven has breached,
if echoes of ardour pierce final silence,
when I wait in this void where stars collided
his dear voice will I hear.
If feelings now formless mold shape from ether,
if other-world ghosts can inhabit substance,
when I kneel to plead for more solid assurance
his soft touch will I feel.
If spirits escape from grave\'s non-breathing air,
if souls need past bliss and gone-times revisit
when I lie in dreams of long honeyed kisses
he will come to me there.