Darling, do not weep.

Twas just a dream,

a nightmare gathered
on the century s brow,
and if it comes again
I ll hold you tight til dawn,
as well as I know how.
//
While life endures we ll love,
and afterwards,
if what they say is true,
I ll be refused a Heaven
crammed with popes,
policemen, fundamentalists,
and burn instead,
quite happily,
with Sappho, Michelangelo
and you, my love.
I d burn throughout eternity
with you.