A SUICIDE NOTE

Dull would be these bright ones
light stolen, sight bereft
lively warm brown laid plain dark
lashes no more needed, so staring unheeded.

Never as smooth as butter
but soothing warm nevertheless
no more would be necessary
to exfoliate to unearth luminesence
no more would be smooth
this that will become cold, parched husk

moist succlulent slice of orange
will you turn blue or green or just pale?
this one permanent kiss will be
for you forever

shiny, waving in whispers
like whiffs of perfume
dark as heart, sinful as soul
abundant as lust
and gathering in bunches,
oh willt never wilt
remain long after i become
remains of yet another