I wish it were deadly enough to give me one last kiss after which I could honeslty say goodbye and leave in peace.
Not completely in peace.
But still with a sweet,
and sparkling,
and tickling
of life
that makes it possible to to greet death
with lips just kissed
and skin just touched
and needs just satisfied.
I wish it were deadly enough to grant me one last dance that would be the best dance of all my dances.
A dance that would give me
a melody stuck
in my head
In my thoughts
in my veins
while I go
into the forest
and die
with high notes prickling in my throat.
I wish it were deadly enough for life to be special just one last time.
For vanilla and candles
and violet and stars
and wine and a spinning
and getting lost in his eyes
and burning up a night
full of promises for time
that could have been ours.
I wish it were deadly enough for more to happen than an empty wall to stare at.
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Mistress witch writes 