The Chair

I held him against my beating heart
Searching for his in the night
dark eyes,  stared into mine
a slight curve of his lips, made me smile

His weight, heavy against me, felt comforting
felt nice. Kissing a face, both pale and sweet
while a strong hand griped mine,
draining what’s left of me


Steam rose  
like a delicate flower,  it opened,
encircling us in eternal love
where we laid spent on the bedroom floor.

Thick and sticky, life pooled then cooled
Moonlight glisten off the blood stained
Blade, still heavy
in my hand

Soaked in shame,
tears streamed from pain
I took the life of my love
The one I couldn't claim

So give me the chair
For my mortal sin
No court of appeal,
 no plea of insanity
no last hour  pardon
can save this  retch  that’s me

when my hour come,
don’t’ have mercy
don’t linger, just strap me
in tight, and  give me electricity
 until it takes me away from here