Death beckoned for me in the corner,
silhouetted in shadowy mystery,
blowing me bared-teeth kisses—
All the warmth of a friend,
the decadence of a lover,
and the intensity of a viper just before it
embraces a mouse.
A kiss so cosmic it could send
me to the stars;
The promise of relief,
the permanence of an end,
the threat of the unknown.
I hold him off,
keep him at arm’s length.
I tell him to wait.
That I am worth the wait.
But I don’t know how much
longer I can keep telling him, “no.”
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