Yearning for a heartbeat
Begging for a breath
Dreaming of a blinking eye
Having
Affairs
With
Funerals
While I had weddings, and births waiting for me
Back home.
Having *** with the dark
When sunlight waits for me to return to
Make love with her.
Kissing knives when I could be caressing rose petals.
Walking with my mistress
Barefoot in a cemetery
Because my wife never ventures
To that part of town
Life, my love. Death, my mistress
My life is my love
But death intrigues me.
Death needs me.
Death desires me
But my life
She loves me
She dreams of me,
She vowed to always be here
A promise
She is incapable of keeping
Death has caught up to me
She whispers
That she can take the pain away
Take away my regrets
Take away my stress
She promises me a future of fun
But I tell her
“Death, you should never promise me future”
I leave death
Until she calls my name
For the last time
I venture