Biting the Dust

I was ready to share
all my soul with you
When you were crawling on the carcass in which I was sculpted
like a grape-less vine.

I was ready to invite you to the depth of oceans
to my Shiraz wine,
where you were worming for the rise of yourself only,
winglessly,

yet, holding with madness
on every floating thing
like a drowning man
on everything afoul on the surface

You were afraid of deep
You were afraid of death
yet you brought your death in me
by never hesitating to kill me.

When the depth of death
is the current of all the livings.

My death, was not
a departure
it was the survival
of my heart.