Consortium

Death comes and I invite her in

What a pleasurable guest

her best suit on - black formal ironed immaculate 

no creases, no holes

I ask her if she wants a coffee or a tea

No, all she wants is me

You see, I craved for this love all my life

No one has offered me such plain, black love

no corners, no hesitations

She smells of timelessness and peace

A darkness that no man could ever emanate

Oh what a great surprise

I do not fear her

What frightens me most is not death but life

Life with her unceasing hum of clocks machines trees births weddings 

pink unbreakable bonds between husbands and wives 

I am sick of it all 

It never, never stops going

Wait, wait a moment I begged Life

I begged for her to wait until I pick up the threads of my old life

and sew them back together

She will not hear of it 

she keeps going and going and going 

dumb as lovers

But my righteous guest is always here 

her remoteness soothes my scars, my wounds

a possible escape, immediate and irrevocable 

a permanent lover that will never leave

I grab Death’s hand - a wistful wedding 

I do, I do, I do