Sad Thoughts

Sometimes i would like to have an affair with death/ kiss her beautiful lips/ & paint lasting memories in her mind I would like to shake her hands/ unearth her secrets/ & throw my anger through the window pane sometimes i would like to figure her touch/ feel her withered skin/ & crawl beneath her scary legs I would like to dine with her/ taste those meals she fries/ & asks her "Why" I would like to share a conversation/ maybe ask why she is called "Death"/ death - a respecter of no person