I Long To Die In Your Fire Poem by Arun Maji

I would rather die consuming fire
than live life of a decaying corpse.

Tell me o love,
what is more joyful than dream of wild love making
with woman I love, I desire?
What is more healing than the bite-wound
caused by fearsome hunger of woman I love?
What is more soothing than wild play of
teeth and fingers of woman I love?

Make no mistake o love
I am here in your embrace to die.
And I mean it. I would die. I must die.

But I would die with your sweet flesh in between my teeth,
and your dipping honey in between my heart and soul.
I would die a thousand death
in every crack of your river, every crevice of your curvy mountain.
I would die million times,
while touching you, crushing you, pounding you, swallowing you.

Tell me, what is so fearful about death?
Isn't man mortal? death inevitable?
If I must die,
I would die in your fire, your sea, your lightning, your hungry teeth.

Why should I die death of an unfortunate?
Like in a car crash, or suffering miserable senility?

I would die young, happy, handsome and beautiful-
while singing tune of your twisting ecstatic moan,
dancing joy of your quaking kinky waist.

I want to live, because I long to die in your fire.
I want to die, because I want to live in your delightful sweetness, even after death.
Yes my love, even after death.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Fabian Perez