Death waits for me...
Michael D. Emery
Death waits for me...
(and she is very patient)
Her pale arms envelop me,
gathering me in
to her cold embrace.
My feet give out, and her gentle strength
lifts me down the last few miles,
those last few steps...
My eyes cannot make out
where it is she leads,
but my heart knows the path
down which she guides me.
The dusty streets on which we travel
seem to yield beneath her feet,
as if they have traveled here many times,
and each footfall has a separate place.
I stumble, unsure of the path,
but her sweet embrace will not let me fall.
She has walked this way before,
and I surrender to her inevitability.
I surrender to her embrace.
I turn, and she works her way into my vision;
I fall, reaching out for her smile,
for her lips hold release.
And as her lips pass mine, they seem
to steal my breath away.
I do not panic, rather, I sigh,
as if in relief, and as my breath
rises into her smile,
I slide deeper into her embrace.
Her lips touch mine, and as they press closer,
I surrender myself on her shore,
swallowing water and sliding underneath
the currents of her kiss...
finding rest,
as she leads me home.
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