Poem 762








Who’s Death?
Who else..
If not My Fifth
(and most beloved)
Muse!

I made
a journalistic vow
to not reveal
the sources
of my deepest truth.

Suffice it to say,
she is The One
who sucks
The All of life
from me..
until my moment
to depart
finally comes.

Then she shall give
her deathly touch
unto my skin
with utmost love..
without a glove.

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