Dying to Love You

Self-explanatory

I would breathe

if I could but

that would mean

letting you go.

So I hold a

gala for you

in the echoes

of my mouth.

As you dance

across my palate

I begin to sapor

the sweetness of you,

giving ill regard to

the pungent

bitterness that

dangles in the gallows

of my throat.

Light fades.

You oblige me as I

extend my hand to you

and we slow dance

as I exhale

into forever

and drift away

with you in my arms

and the peace

of knowing

I'll never have

to let you go

again.