Una Morte Bella

if i had but one hour to live,
i would spend it
looking in your eyes

a veil of lashes playing hide and seek over
smoky blue-green irises
a darker halo encircling them
pupils advancing and retreating
as the unspoken passes between us

and when the moment came,
i would brush my cheek against yours
and gently kiss the corners of your mouth
as we share my last breath

if the final hour came tomorrow
or a month from now
or 50 years from now
would you grant this last wish?