You were still warm
The sweat of your sickness and fear
Was cooling, drying
You were still warm
And the scent of sweet peony
Tasted sickly and salty in the air
Strange
I'm new to death
This unseen part of you
Unsure of the right time to leave
Knowing you'd already gone
When I last saw you
You were still warm
With a gaze in your ever-open eyes
Terror locked
You were still warm
With the rapid ashen-ing of your
Always tanned skin
With
One last kiss
On your forehead, already cool
With
One last embrace
My arms slid under you
When I last saw you
I wasn't ready
For the stopping of your heart
That made your blood halt in its tracks
I wasn't ready
To see you bruised and brown
In the arches of your stiffened back
Strange
I'm new to death
This unseen part of you
Unsure of the right time to leave
Knowing you'd already gone
When I last saw you