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Death

Derek Hansson

Because you could die tomorrow
lay in bed tonight
naked as one frigid being
alone in this universe of devastation
and smoke your cigarettes
drink your wine
let that flowery death
bloom inside you like cancer
or life.

I'd hate to die with the absent
thoughts of good ol' drunk
times loving the night

I'd hate to die with the supreme
thoughts of unrequited love
in my mind

So tonight lay naked in bed
and let your fingers roam
 

           there is so little time


let them feel your body and
smoke your cigarettes
drink your wine
let the blue smoke bloom in
the moonlight like
that great flowery death.

Derek Hansson is 18 years old and began writing a year ago when he lived in California. He now lives in Texas.