Don’t cry for me

everybody dies

in their own time.

Impending death

does not scare me

going to a better place.

I live or die

by the choices I made.

Lethal injection

not an execution

but a murder!

I am not ending

but beginning.

I am afraid

to transition alone.

Will you be there

with me?

I am sorry

that I killed

your brother -

hope this brings closure.

I see sadness drip

from my family’s eyes but

I have peace in my heart

am ready for next journey.

I have new pants

with a zipper and buttons,

orange juice to drink.

Not a loss but a win!

We are not

that much different.

I am you

and you are me.

Peel back your skin

and you will see.

Swimming in your irises,

Mediterranean hues glamouring.

Glimmer, I thirstily drink your words

intoxicated on discovering you.

Learning you. Yearning.

You. Who, what you are.

Every soft syllable giddies me.

Each utterance feeds my mind,

as my eyes dance on your lips,

tango with them as they move.

Smiling out the words 

that I hope never cease,

for they are my words.

Meant for me. For us to savour.

Ours to float in and share.

Close, purse, open, soft, nourishing,

I watch your warm mouth, 

compelling me to flick my tongue

over mine, moisten my lips 

that ache to breathe your name

into flushed ear over salted neck.

You are sustenance my soul craves.

I feast upon you, luxuriate in your data.

And all the while as you beguile, I am

weaving in my mental loom

a blanket of nibbles and flutter kisses

to swathe you in saliva shimmer.

An army of tongue tips and touches

make ready to explore your new land.

Every inch of you adored and warmed

revered and worshiped. 

Stay. You are new to me,

yet my heart beats your name.