FORGOT--I left all the comments on the pages where I read the stories---I loved them...and as the following poem shows, they left me more than a little sad...
Yes--the poem, for the two stories. It's not mine, nor will I credit the author, nor is it, even the whole poem. Sorry it's a downer:
Much, much later..
Gone now to what melting
Of flesh and bone
Infinite Graces
Bundled--in One.
Do not walk lonely
Out in the cold
I will come to you
Naked and bold
And your sharp fingers
Featly might pick
Flesh from my moist bones
Touch at the quick--
My warm your cold's food
Your chill breath my air
When our white mouths meet
It migles--there.