Jim_hydeby Jim Hyde02 Dec 2013

Have you seen the death
that waits for you
unurgent, peaceful, soft
and never moving on?

It is behind the door and on
the wing, underfoot just there
stropping its claws
and always near awake.

You don’t need to fear.
Its breathing is electricity
slow-stepping through your heart.

Turn away to feasts and howls
and sex and drinking games.
Make it wait.

Patience is its downfall
it cannot count your breaths
nor the passions that will ruin you.

So break
the plates and kiss us hard
and sing us to the night.

Jilt death until the last. She must
not see you falter.