death came dressed
in orange and white
a paradox of health and ill
and darkness in the light
he was more enticing to my heart
than any man i'd ever seen
he was so desirable
so fine, so neat, so clean
i thirsted for him
my mouth felt dry
my body shook as i hungered
and craved to meet his eye
i felt so weak with him in my hand
yet powerful in the same moment
my hold on death was literal
and death's hold on me was omniscient
