I wish to sleep with Death

I wish to sleep with Death.

 

He hovers over me like a hawk.

He taunts me with his whispers.

He caresses me with hands of ice.

 

He is constantly there - patiently waiting

He stares with eyes like oceans -

     still and turbulent at the same time

 

I wish to sleep with Death.

 

His breath on my ear is intoxicating.

His voice, seductively sweet.

His silent moans beckon me.

 

I long to feel his cold touch on my skin

Shoulders, spine, navel

His fingers brushing the curves of my breasts

 

I wish to sleep with Death.

 

There is a certain peace, being with him

A sense of knowing that this is the end -

      nothing comes after tonight.

 

There is a sense of longing to end everything

A fierce need to escape, to run, to soar

All of it - all of this - ends tonight.

 

I wish to sleep with Death.

 

I wish to end tonight.