Death looks at a flower, screaming I am beautiful <br />look here I am, come eat me, alone. <br />Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always <br />by, knowing that, <br />any thing that touches it will also soon, never die. <br />Death is love, love is death, why are you both, death <br />is your pet pink pig, and two flying pearls. <br />Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on <br />to the flesh untill it falls off. <br />Death is a bullet fixed, never moving, why does the <br />world move you through it. <br />Death is a voice always quite, sounding alarms to <br />walk across the street knowing you look while you <br />come running. <br />Death is a woman, who is crazy, thinking the world is <br />spinning into her coffee. <br />Death to all men who think they can save the woman <br />by marring death and eating her sandwich. <br />Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me, <br />leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed. <br />Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on me.. <br />It is always open for you to smell.............. <br />and it's red alarms, you ignored... <br />still here now it comes, alone....to see you as one....<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-married-death-in-death/
