And How We Die! Poem by Mark R Slaughter

And How We Die!



Kiss my breast
For we are death

Run your aging fingers thro’ my hair
Bleed for me
Your blood
Drip upon mine eyes
Undress my life
Curse not the wrongs

The lady bends
Hovers o’er my flowered form
To sing our songs

And how we die!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter

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