If we’re going to die in the end

Let’s

slow down. Start over.

 

I’d like it to be at your hands

You

slip a noose around my neck

and hand me scissors.

 

honoring all our beautiful truths

My eyes are closed,

all

the better

to feel you.

You understand.

You are slipping into a noose

made for one. We will melt against each other

twist and lock

become pure again.