I want your hands on my eyes

Sonnet 89

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: 
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands 
to pass their freshness over me once more: 
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. 
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you 
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, 
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live, 
and you whom I love and sang above everything else 
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to, 
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair, 
so that everything can learn the reason for my song. 

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