What is it that fascinates you
life or the living?
He asks as he pulls me closer,
I worry about wondering –
How it’d feel to be next to him night after night;
But honesty has me and I whisper – Neither, I find existence drab and tediously long.
He brushes my hair off my face and looks
To confirm if I am serious
I am – I trace the outline of his face
He stops me in my tracks
Holds my hand
‘But life is beautiful,’ – he says
‘Make the most of it, will you?’
I interrupt him – I do – I say
He reframes his question
What then, fascinates you miss? –
He holds my face as he waits
‘Death’ with a spark in my eyes I say
‘Everything about death’
And everything goes quiet as
we breathe in sync
Smiling at each other
-I haven’t quite met anything like you –
Oh boy, he has no idea
what he coming towards him, does he –
I think to self
as I return his kiss
I close my eyes and hands rush down.
Hey – he blurts
Making the most out of life – I smirk.
So what fascinates you? – I ask
You – he whispers as he looks to the ceiling.