Fair women blessed me in my life, -
real, colorful... and yet,
I am waiting for the one to cry
in the last of days above my bed.

I will sip a last dose of the drug
that reliefs my pain at night,
and as I release the mug,
she will come all dressed in white.

She will see the blinking tube,
and with fingers stroke my hair,
"Yes... I know you - you pursued
and extolled so gently beauty's flare..."

I will trust this hanging breast,
and the fingers' warm intent,
and will know that I can rest
after such a pitiful lament.

"Is there something I can do..."
she will say before she cries.
"Strip, so I remember you!"
I will say before the night...

Button after button then
youth and body she will show...
Seizing beauty once again
I will stay in life in whole!

With the snow outside that year,
trees and leaves will glow in blue.
Gulping down the sweetest tears,
I will shut the blinking tube...