Written: May 21, 2001
By: Jehangir Saleh

If I were a dying mite
And God looked down upon me
And inquired:
Where shall you live your last hours?
I would beg
And plead
My only wish
To have myself
Crumble away
On a dolphin blue slate
And warm, promising skin.
Surrounded by the wonderfulness
That is you.

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