Read Poem: CHASING DEATH, by Bernard Mersier

Gentle cold words warm my soul, chasing your clammy bones.

Death, you don’t know how much I love you, wishing you would love me.

You gave me a world of orgasms I could handle,

Every emotion expressed as I’m manhandled.

Death, you don’t know how much I love you, wishing you would love me.

You tease me with your allure.

Eyes closed, heart froze, death, you almost took my soul.

You move in and out of my life, silent as my shadow.

My heart leapt when you cuddled me under your cloak,

Naively, I thought it was love, not seeing it was a joke.

Death, you don’t know how much I love you.

But now, I’m about to make you appreciate why you should’ve loved me,

Moving on to a greener pasture,

Realizing you only wanted my emotions resting in the hereafter.

Death, my dear, death…

Life could have been better if you accepted “Us” instead of “Self.”