Deathwatch

Deathwatch

I want to die in your arms
To make sure your armpits smell of my hair
The last drool at the corner of my mouth
White and frothy
Creams your chin
Everytime you run the razor
Your stubble should be fenced in
With the memory of that fizz
It will be good to see how you hold me
As you would a child
Fold me
Like an envelope ready to be sealed
And delivered
While I die in your arms
You feel me stiffen
Go cold
Think of the chicken
In the fridge
You want to dress
And carve
For your guests
I’ll see that rust of lust in your eyes
As you force open my mouth
And push your finger in my throat
To hear me sigh
How you will miss those groans
Your body freezes
Eyes dry
Lips crack
Like barren earth
I want to die in your arms
So that I can watch you die

~FV