Poetry by Jeff Green


Dying together

by cricketjeff on November 8, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I watched her die so many times
Beneath my loving lips
Her punishment for many crimes
Was at my finger tips

A little sigh, a moan, a cry
And then she’d call my name
She’d act all shy, then start to fly
I’m glad I was to blame

In bed at night we’d cuddle tight
And love would take a hand
The sheer delight when all went right
You cannot understand

And then to sleep in lover’s arms
When I too passed away
The sweetest of a partner’s charms
Une petite morte in play

Author notes

I knew