THE PLAGUE

I have courted death.. .

All of my life…

I tempted him...

He tempted me…

I loved the rush...!!!

I was... Death’s seductress...

He has been…always
Licking... at my heels

Skis… On their edge
Licking… at my heels

Nikki Lauda...I
Behind the wheel of a stick shift...

Breathing down my neck...
Twisting my hair tightly...As if it were a mane...riding me bare
Back...

Rapturous joy in these moments of danger and daring…

The instant recall...
The Hypermnesia...

Every frame… Of my daring fearless youth

Death… And I…
Seem to be playing chicken…

Barnaby Conrad…
How To Fight A Bull

Inspiration…
For my ‘Balletics’ With young bulls in Andalusia…

There he was…
Tugging at my...
‘Muleta’...
Our tango...
Death dance...

Beat him...AGAIN
...YET AGAIN

Tempting him… Taunting him...

You are nothing... but a time filler...

A distraction… From monotony...
I use you...to take me out of sameness...

I’ll be damned!!!

I’ll be damned if after nearly three-quarters of a century
of our Delicious jousting…

’EXQUISITE FLIRTATION’

Of having... ‘YOU’...
Cooling your heels…
As I evade your tortuous grasp...

That I will let myself
be Vanquished by a
Insipid Virus with a crown...(Who would be King!)
RIDICULOUS!

Soon enough…
I will be yours…
Then
You can
take me
to your...

’NOTHINGNESS’

Heaven and hell…
Are right here…
Beside me!