DEATH'S SILHOUETTE

I have walked with you

More times than I can count

or keep track of, and I believe

You have coloured my life

since before I knew

How to articulate the sensuous

feelings you managed

To insinuate between

Breaths and beats

and bombastic bleatings

Of my young soul ...

Alliteration aside -

It did not take a poet

or a lyricist to recognize

you for who you are

But of course, in silence,

the artist in me rejoiced

For without so much

as lifting your veil

I would catch you peering

through Medusa-like tresses

Your face, as always, a mask

concealing your true intent

But as surely as a magnet

draws iron filings, I could not

resist your pull, might have

seemed nonchalant

as I sauntered in your direction

Seemingly sane, life-loving

My exterior a facade as rich

in deception as yours could be

But always bent on knowing

you as intimately as we both

would ultimately insist.