beauty, love, poetry, women

Memento Mori

She lets me know

I’m just a man

Prone to taking

Myself too seriously

And she smiles

Something in my chest

Realises it is free to

Breathe

She sinks into

My flesh

Like heat

Moving in such a way

I picture her naked

This capacity

For life

Like God is in the room

When I kiss her

But she’s a memento mori

And a celebration

Not on a pedestal

Or pandered to

But I tell her

Through my actions

How I feel

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