Suicide By Snuggling

I will taste the orchestra of your breath

and drink the dripping melody

that rings within your vision as

I hang my future from your lashes.

with a tinge of pain we'll smile

from the deep. my head sunk

into your chest, counting tides

and dreaming to the heavy ticks

of relevance, imagining

I can stay here in the warmth

until we die within

this beautiful comfort.