this undermanding love
that our staggered births
have purchased for us -
you in your generation
I'm in mine
I'm not the one
you're looking for
I've stopped looking for.
how sweetly time
disposes of us
as we go arm in arm
over the Bridge of Details
your turn to chop.
my turn to cook.
your turn to die for love
my time to ressurrect

(To A Young Nun, Leonard Cohen)