I Want To Kiss Death But Not Yet Poem by Arun Maji

May be death is all beautiful
And I want to kiss her.

I want to kiss her
But not yet.
Yes, not yet.
Despite of all those dungeons of despair
Shadows of sorrow, pricks of pain,
And agony of achy heart,
I long to live.

I long to live
As long as I can
As full as I can.
I don't care if my heart is broken,
Soul torn apart,
And body disfigured.

I am ageing
And my beloved laments
"You are not a wolf in bed anymore".
And I say-
So what?
Don't you feel dance of my beating heart,
Song of my impatient breath,
And fiery play of my greedy lips?
I am thirsty for nectar of your lips
Hungry for tenderness of your sweet flesh.

Yet I love death,
Love her dearly.
She is so serene and peaceful,
Accepting and merciful.
And one day
I would knock her door
And beg her mercy.

I am sure
I have done many wrongs
While living despised life of a mortal human.

© Arun Maji