On Her
Sometimes I think about death.
About how she will come on her black stallion
And kiss me with her purple lips,
Her purple robe shining with the promise of shelter .
I will receive her on your lap
And before uniting with her,
I will be so generous as to let you
Enter her first magnificent self first
And then both of us shall depart
Leaving you alone
To cherish and lament that moment of union
Forever.
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