Leaping gracefully
From one couch to another
Claws outstreched to kill
Your svelte figure catches prey
Leaving nothing but feathers
I smell your perfume
Mingling with the gentle wind
Reminding my heart
Of quiet midnight meetings
You and me under the moon
please kill me twice
in my final day
lock my eternal sleep
as dead as a doornail
’cause I do not want to wake up
in a box made of pine
alone and lonely
die to live
to die again
grieve awhile for me
if grieve you must
if I die tomorrow
so does my sorrow.
Pic: ©Laura Makabresku
