Calling Yama

Death please come sweetly
and I may not deny you
show me where the source
forever flows from.

Take me to your bosom
I feel the need to taste
your silky sweat a fruit
I have longed for too long
it has made my mind dry
as it drools onto my lips.

I have chased bees
all my days squandered
running to and fro
from rose to carnation.

And this incarnation
has become a bore
it has taken the life
from my battered soul.

So please do creep softly
come singing and with gifts
I am not the type to give in
but today I do not want to resist.