Transient : Poem

Morrocan firebird
long tail trailing.
Curly hair held
tight in my fists.
Arms and legs wrapped
around like vine leaves.
My knuckles knead
your doughy skin.
Our eyes lock and
I see Love and Death.

Time doesn’t exist
when I am with you.
But death does;
a grinning skull.

Love is transient.

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