Double Suicide

I saw something once,

              
A Japanese couple
                making love
                in a cemetery

Sounds of rapture enclosed in Death
                Even there, amidst the finality of Time

Sex Cured All.

                

                I followed them,
across a bridge,

Over a river,

Into the reeds,
                where, with eyes full of tears and longing for another choice,
                he stabbed his desire through the throat.

Time froze

and laughed.

He hung himself from the nearby gallows,

assisted by intent
and
I watched,
 fascinated and disgusted.

Truly in Love with myself.