Embrace

The hands of Death
are warm
and loving
caressing
with a tenderness
you never showed
I still think you're incapable

The warmth is astounding

Let me die
a thousand times
before I lie
in your arms
again

But death is
a limited-time offer
a one-day sale
for select customers

and your arms are
a thrift store
offering cheap imitations
used and worn
of the best
life has to offer