I kiss an angel with each breath I exhale,
a different angel
for each expelled breath.
I don't believe in angels,
but still
we kiss.
Some of their number
I think long
to catch my last breath
the kiss of death
a precious sip
of Aqua Mortis,
some content
to live out of time
in the eternal moment.
But the queue stretches
from aleph to omega--
So many angels, an infinitude
more than all the breath
I have left.
All that air kissed
and only one angel
receives the gift
of finitude.