If you wish to miss a bit
Of life, then find a pair of lips
You’d like to kiss and press against
With gentle pressure, angled head.
Take the time you would have spent
On life and pour it into death;
Capsize into the swirling calm
With eyelids down and tangled arm.
Share the air you haven’t got
To spare, ignore that useful clock
That barely creeps whenever watched
And races when you look away.
And when you finally unstick
Your mouth, from mouth, your lip from lip,
And drown back into conscious, blink
And think of what you cannot say.