DEATH, MY LOVER
I lie naked in your embracing mind.
I lost the shame of my worst enemy,
I lost my face, I assented do death -
yes, you are beautiful to me.
I live my bones. I dream my thoughts.
I stand beside my newborn words -
I never wanted more to be.
Yet sometimes I wonder,
as the nights turn colder,
has anyone loved me like thee.
… At certain moonless nights
I steal out of bed and seek,
when blackness drowns the sight,
some wisdom warmer and meek.
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