What if you were granted one
more
wish
before you
die that endless death
of peace and joy.
One more wish: a day,
a moment,
a memory.
Would you change the past,
or mold the future?
Recover what's been lost, or
conjure gifts yet unseen?
What would it mean? Not a
dying wish, but a wish
for more. One more.
One more breathless kiss,
one more longing look at love?
One more randy roll in the hay,
one more lusty night?
One more poem, one more tale of
Scheherazade, woven endlessly into a night
of a thousand nights -
Or one more dance -
Just one more?
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