The setting sun framed her face
Highlighting her infinite beauty and grace.
An errant lock brushed her cheek.
Attempting my straying attention to pique.
From the crescent of her lips escaped an alluring smile
To mask her joy, her efforts were deemed futile.
Her welcoming arms , warm with her fragrance
Eased off the pain and held me in a trance.
Against her soft and familiar chest
I finally lay my weary head to rest .
No, I do not relive the past .
But live as I breathe my very last.
So many times I lived the moment of Death
That now when this was truly my last breath
“Been there , done that “ was all I could think
While standing at Life’s precipitous brink.
There was this sense of déjà vu ...
Has this ever happened to you ?
Writer's Island prompt /March 21st, 2008 : Déjà vu
9 comments:
So far, I could not imagine Death to be a lady! Deja Vu indeed when one meets Death...
Can death be so beautiful?
oh i can imagine her.. and she is soft and round and ample,, she holds me close to her breast and i feel the warmth inviting me comforting me letting me know at last i have found that elusive place called home...
this piece was ever so beautiful... what an amazing take on the prompt.
For me it wasn't deja vu, but comfort and relief. I know what you're saying.
Interesting response... 'To mask her joy, her efforts were deemed futile.' Death does take on a deja vu spirit here.
WE can really understand death unless we are at the verge of it..
Interesing to imagine, though!
dancing comes full circle
Has it ever happened to me? Would that I might remember! :)
You have given Death a form of sensual intimacy that is warm and comforting.
Beautiful!
I don't think I've had that experience - I guess I never saw death as a person, but as an experience. Intriguing concept. :) thank you.
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