Given a choice
of how I wished to die,
I would want to be incorporated
into your flesh.
To disappear
beneath your scent;
become one with your sweat.
To be part of the millions
of synapses
firing in your bright brain;
lighting it up,
like an otherwise deep, black night.
The astonishing fireworks
of your impressive thoughts
would be before my sight
& mine to view
up close,
til my eyes become seared by the
colourful spectacle
& I am a brief blink
in your beautiful eye