A DEATH POEM

I prefer a comfortable death

a nice, cosy, lazy one.

Say, swimming naked in a pool

and the light in the champagne 

leaves the glass.

May be, I would like to go for a short walk

and see things around me.

Some "hello",

some "how are you"

and death would catch me in a cough.

I don't mind a little excitement though.

Like in movies,

there should be a surprise element too.

I prefer a meteoritic death,

a holocaust. 

Something sudden.

Clear and clean.

I prefer a comfortable death

a nice, cosy, lazy one.

I would like to die

looking at a painting,

staring into Monalisa's smile.

A little ache in my heart

and I change my glance

outside the window.

"There, there goes a humming bird."

I would stretch my arms,

lying on your lap.

Blue eyes.

I take a deep breath

and the ocean engulfs me.

Your face fades

like the ashes of a love poem.

I wish for a younger you,

no grey hair please.

I want the ending perfect,

beautiful.

I prefer a comfortable death

a nice, cosy, lazy one.

I prefer lying on my bed,

eyes closed.

An empty clothes line

hangs on the roof top.