If death was a number
It would have to be number one.Of course backwards counting from two.But in this case I moon walked away from you, smiling and pretending I was actually moving forward, impromptu. Such the familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering on my right thigh and in my belly. The night sky still reminds me of your eyes, despise the rain clouds and heavy water we put us under. If death were a slumberJust dreamed upon the setting sun Would she smell honey suckled blue? I don't know.. I like the people we have become. But if this tragedy never happened we never would have become these people. But We can't exist because of this tragedy. I'm happy you're happy but it breaks my heart it couldn't be with me. It really hurts but maybe I've said too much.If death was in your clutchWould you think of letting her go? Her sweet caress caramel hueSalty rendezvous played on my lips as I aligned our hips under the sway of cosmic attraction and street lights. Heart beats tight chest starts leaks fights to vent. Heaven sent you smelled so right. Then it all went black. Lost in the night I hugged you and you hugged back.If death then came for meI'd welcome her with open armsDim the lights, and fall into you.