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How Do We Die?
How do we die?
Shouldn’t it be like
entering a large empty room,
darker than any darkness we’ve known?
Does the mind hum with thoughts in those moments
after the body ceases? Does it hover above us
like a spirit, sorting and filing every moment of our life
so that we’re ready to enter the silence?
Does this hovering of the mind give rise to
rumors of life after death?
Will I feel the touch of favorite lovers?
Will I see my daughter’s face?
Will I taste my father’s lusts and know past hurts in that final sorting,
or will I remember only the joys of life?
Do those passions that sustained us in life, sustain us somehow
in our final moments? Is the singer lifted in song
as she passes the threshold?
I smile and wish that the soft purr of orgasm
would accompany me in my crossing.
I’d look deep into that darkness and feel the
cascading of pleasure through my center once more
before pouring out all that I am or might have become.
Shouldn’t it be like
entering a large empty room,
darker than any darkness we’ve known?
Does the mind hum with thoughts in those moments
after the body ceases? Does it hover above us
like a spirit, sorting and filing every moment of our life
so that we’re ready to enter the silence?
Does this hovering of the mind give rise to
rumors of life after death?
Will I feel the touch of favorite lovers?
Will I see my daughter’s face?
Will I taste my father’s lusts and know past hurts in that final sorting,
or will I remember only the joys of life?
Do those passions that sustained us in life, sustain us somehow
in our final moments? Is the singer lifted in song
as she passes the threshold?
I smile and wish that the soft purr of orgasm
would accompany me in my crossing.
I’d look deep into that darkness and feel the
cascading of pleasure through my center once more
before pouring out all that I am or might have become.
Published 3rd Feb 2023
| Edited 14th Feb 2023
Author's Note
Erotic poem about death? Only my mother could do that. I've been staying with her at her apartment until she gets through this dark time following her treatment. Last night, her light remained on for a while. This morning I found her writing in my messages along with this photo. Her obsession with death scares me but she seems to be working through her depression and there are moments of happiness in her face.
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4th Feb 2023 2:52am
If die with our boots on then we are enjoying life. Keep on writing my sexy lady.
16th Feb 2023 4:10am
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