How I Would Like To Die - Poem by frost smith

Plunging over the edge
Splashing into shimmering darkness
Emerging into candle light
Trickling down your cheek
Tracing the path of least resistance
Tracks of your tears are dry river beds
I never want to see overflowing their banks again
Warmed by the whispers of passions breath
Over a quivering chin
Down your tender neck
Rippled by undulating flows from your pulsating jugular
Flowing between your breast
Over your pounding heart
Eroding the scars and bars
Waves rushing across your sleek body
Snaking over your hips
Meshing with moistness
Dripping from lips
Catching the home stretch down your thigh
Slipping off at the bottom only to find it’s dry