As I walked home
in the black neon night,
under white rain,
I met Death.
I thought she would be taller.
I’d thought she would be brutal.
She caught my eye.
My heart
stopped in its pacing out
of my sweet life
and I knelt to kiss her flowery hand.
Her cold bones warmed my lips
and looking deeply into her sockets,
so full of all the joy that secrets hold,
I fell in love.
I fell in love
with Death.
She said she had too many lovers
to marry me,
just now.
That I would need to find a different way
into her busy, never-ending, life.
1 November 2013
Coming home from the Day of the Dead at Richmix
