The Death of Me

The Death of Me

A Poem by Zapata

You are my home. 
Your eyes are my windows 
Glassy, beautiful, adorned with long dark and fluttery curtains
Through them, I see beyond the world. 
and colors every artist loves
Your lips are my door.
When they open and close i am looking
into warmth, depth, and heaven. 
Your voice lights up all the rooms, 
it is the electricity in me, and around me
when my ear is tickled by your affectionate whispers
Your chest is my bed and your arms are my covers
they wrap around me, protecting me 
from the imaginary creatures
and the ones in my head
If I lay very still and very quietly
I can hear your heartbeat working with mine
and the breaths we share are by far the best kind
When I'm with you I don't feel so alone 
And I'm so glad to call you my home.

© 2014 Zapata

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Added on September 21, 2014
Last Updated on September 21, 2014
Tags: love, death, home, imagery