“Death is not a lover”
It cannot make my heart pound,
or cause my ears to ring with its sweet sound.
It cannot partner my dance upon the sand,
nor feel the rhythmic beat of the smooth jazz band.
None of its tender words shall play through my mind
for Death is not sweet, Death is not kind.

“Death is not a lover” indeed
But it can take my breath away,
and kiss me with sweet silence everyday.
It can lie with me, caressed by warm ground,
embracing the nothingness that does abound.
Its powerful arms can hold me close and cool
for not sweet, not kind, but Death is not cruel.