but my heart imagines you differently
you are the very invocation of primal fear
in me
willfully so, it courses through my veins
knowing it will paralyse me
suffocate, choke me
and in that abundant pain
I will remain awake
what else can loving bring?
Such is my fate
or so I have come to accept
so when you end me
I shall relish it too, watch you
not be able to blink
forget to breathe
swirl into the blackness
yearning to reach and touch your face
when the last ounce of me ebbs
I shall wonder,
are there life on other planets?
and have the jars I filled for lactic fermentation matured,
what do those habaneros taste like, since they are six months old now
November?
November then
See you space cowboy
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