On death and dying

Dream life
awakens my soul.
Your still lips,
triggers a flood of tears.
And after midnight,
leads me by the hand –
to that lone enchantress.
With a body so bright,
and a desire to act –
we merge once again.
No frown or words,
just drunk with life
and long kisses.

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