i want too die a simple death;
and when i look so very deep
within your eyes i die again.
But even as you labor and i labor
like once you did so long ago.
i know that in my long illness
i have become fatter and some
what greater in tumescence
and you know it always and
how it comes with age and thus,
and do we reminisce of this and that.
and with each gentle squeeze and
as you watch me,
now so yellow off white, i jerk
and jerk then i convulse again
and still you squeeze
untill you are absolutely sure
that i am still at rest i am and
i dont want too die like this
would you, allow it too be
if it were you, held off defiant,
while your hands each bring
me back from the ledge,
each time too face my fate
and you now know with
each suprised look
that shoots
so high and wide
across your face
and with each bright sun
drawn out warm
and a stream of squirts
and it grows so much harder
for you too watch,
whats
left of my life
as it ebbs and flows,
and rushes
towards
that off holds on
yellow and white
bright light of dawn
and bury me
next to my friend
e.e.cummings.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-too-die-a-simple-death/
