She Desires Life

Her fingers were icy around my waist,

But in her heart lived a burning flame of

passion for those who live life every day.

She did not fancy those who slept their lives away.

Had no use for a soul unmoved by the beauty of constant breaths.

She wanted the ones who rose with the sun, danced with the wind and painted the trees.

This was not her first attempt squeeze the life out of me.

So I smiled and poured her a cup of tea.

"Ready to try again?" I sneered.

Then, I watched her disappear.