I think up death like a respite
Like a reverie, a vacation in life
Beautiful, distant and quite dreamlike
I think it up often in my mind
Lukewarm water, lukewarm lights
An impatient dawn to an ending night
Fragrant
Amber
Wordless
Quiet.
I think of a date
In the middle of chores
I think of a time
When no one's home
I think of whys
Why nots some more
Thoughts close in
Slow
And sure.
Then I close her book, put away her phone
Take off her glasses, leave a night light on
Tie all that hair, clear a small forehead
Pull out a hand from under the head
Clear the forehead between her brows
Breathe in her scent with lips and nose
I defer a death
Each day, once more.
photo art by h.
