Death looks at a flower and you screaming, <br />I am beautiful, look, look.. <br />look here I am, come and eat me, alive. <br />Death hovers, smiling, never waiting, walking always <br />walking by, walking in side, you knowing that, <br />any thing that touches, it will soon also, come to *sigh*. <br />Death is love, love is death, what are you both, death <br />is your pet pink pig and deaths two flying bagged pearls. <br />Slapping you for ever and ever about your red face. <br />Death is a dry cracked nipple, sleeping, holding on <br />to the flesh untill it falls off, still dripping. <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 both ways, <br />while you come running very quickly out across, <br />just to stop in the middle and wait. <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 each woman <br />by marring death and eating her tuna fish sandwich. <br />Death fingered you, you loved it, now you finger me, <br />leaving my bee exposed on the flower, you buzzed it. <br />Death's own flower is always sweet and poignant on you.. <br />It is always open for death to smell.............. <br />and it's red alarms, you ignored... <br />still here it comes, never alone....to see you as you really are....<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-married-death-to-death-2/
