Death Is Not A Lover

She is not full-bodied, soft-
breasted, no, she is not for
love. Death is not calling

you. She looks away. You
chase what does not belong
to you. Her legs are closed.

Death does not surrender.
She will not embrace you.
She will let you fall.

 

Comments

[aravinth]

itsgood !speaks more abt how death looks at you more than how you look at it.

wow, what a poem. Excellent.