death: sheltered beauty

you, whose legs have wrought

men by your side,

shelter infinitesimal hearts

from creating into life, itself.

with beauty that leaves

internal decadence,

you will fall,

as i,

will fall,

rose-like and decaying.

women will remember

the photographs

of your silk body

and still frames,

a transformation weapon

to these afterworld cocoons.

you, who shame none,

with the golden flush

of ruby innocence,

die, hopelessly awake,

die, by my side,

die,

so I can see 

your eyes go gray.

you are a child 

in your words.

your mirrors

shatter  sun's.

let us repose

into our childhood,

before we could 

feel,

with our disembodied

tongues,

engaged with ether, 

and swallowing,

entire universes,

into our tiny mouths.