Becoming Death

He danced with me 

    not by my choice

Trying to plead 

    I lost my voice

The air we breathed 

    was cold as ice

His grip on me 

    was like a vice

I heard his whisper 

    down my spine

His voice began to 

    sound like mine

When I gazed 

    into his eyes

So like mine 

    with no disguise.

He pulled me closer 

    held me tight

No point in putting 

    up a fight

Our breath began 

    to coalesce

The sweetness of it 

    I confess

I felt the numb 

    traverse my flesh

As with his 

    began to mesh

My body now 

    begins to mold

His every crease 

    and every fold

All at once at 

    first like fire

Then cold as ice 

    began to tire

He laid us both 

    down on the bed

Through his veins my 

    blood flowed red

I felt release 

    as I succumbed 

I knew my life I 

    had just shunned

I heard a whisper 

    in my ear

"Death does become you, 

    love, my dear."