death

I could have met you this night-

don in black satin carrying the scythe -
ready to strike my flesh in excite:

while driving car to city street
maybe a drunken man I meet
beside I find you on seat

or perhaps the darkness in sky
order an armed and give a try
then shoot me in the eye

a dagger could cut my heart
leaving it a bloody art
into two the muscles will part,

but this I tell you dear Death
grateful I am that you never set
tonight my dying he does not let.