Death Kissed Me Last Night

Death kissed me last night

She came swiftly and softly

While I was walking down the street

And swept me off my feet

Carried me on fluffy clouds

And said

Welcome home, my son

I’ve looked forward to this day, she said

But you looked so good today

I couldn’t let you go

See, I have a soft spot

For young men like you

Who’ve just discovered pleasure

But don’t know what to do with it.

Sometimes I wait till they’re ripe

Old age makes them easy prey

I creep into them slowly

Taking one inch of flesh at a time

By the time I snatch up their soul

They are mad at me

For being too slow

I don’t discriminate, my son

I also love them young

When they are pea-sized

And haven’t taken their first breath

I like to imagine them

Not taking their first step

Removing their first tooth

Or losing their virginity

I love the Acts of God
The kind they accuse God of
The plagues and floods and quakes
The sound when a neck breaks
Like dry twigs in a wild fire
Such music to my ear
When blood flows like a stream
And there's no one to dream

I take pleasure in wet cheeks 
I take pleasure in cracked hearts

When men’s hearts simmer with hate

When they go ahead, do my bidding.

On such days I get so busy

So many souls to welcome home

Yet so little time to prepare a banquet

Death kissed me last night

And through many words, taught

That I should get used to my state

I only die once, just like everyone else

Maybe I should look for some friends here

Because it will take me eternity

To learn how to undie.