Sometimes I Write Poetry, Too. (What?)

"There are Worse Ways to Go"

It is in the early mornings when he awakens, before the sun even thinks of coming out, that he turns on his side to watch his lover sleep.

Curls, eyes, lips, chest…

His lover's rising and lowering breath, a metronome keeping his heart in step within the quiet of their bedroom.

It is in these moments,
these very still moments,
he whispers to him (who is none the wiser) “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”;
a mantra that both fills him with adoration and threatens to destroy all that he is.

Yama, Shiva, Freyja, Anhur -- please take pity.

But if that destruction were to come, he thinks there are worse ways to go.

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

A dog at the foot of the bed is the only witness to this quiet confession.