Execution Day

today I’m going to die, again.
my love chases me down,
pistol in hand.

didn’t i give them my Life,
many years ago?
their sonorous voice,
it sounds like safety.

my deathwish, signed in red ink,
my love kept it close
just for this Occasion,
but i looked the other way.

i plant roses, they rot.
i climb fences and fall.
i reach stars, there’s nothing in my hand.
so I Vow to be true.

i created pages,
but the book’s closed.
i tried to change the Ending,
but my fate’s sealed.

i run but i tire out,
my love stands Above me.
their eyes like warm honey,
their expression Like smooth stone.

my love could kill me swiftly,
with kisses in bullets.
or slowly but surely,
with pain that caresses my body.

“not yet, this can’t be it!”
my battle cry turned murmurs,
“not yet, this isn’t it.”
my back pressed to a white wall.

and i hold on to them,
and i thought i was safe,
just for that moment.

my love kneads my back,
i feel their gun,
and their Other hand,
embraces my Neck.

they lay me down.
the heat of their body.
it brushes mine.

moments before i shut my Eyes.
as tears meet concrete.
i watch their back.
a distant silhouette.
just like before.