Once, just once
did I have a blind date with you.
We flirted some,
and then you left –
I must have disappointed you,
perhaps you found me
unprepared …  

The thought of you
hits me at night
as I wake up, all in sweat,
and fantasize about your touch,
wondering
what it would be like
to be in your notorious embrace.  

Sometimes,
you walk past me
only to choose someone else –
prettier and younger –
leaving me jealous …  

Why?
What is it about them
that attracts you?
What is it about me
you don’t like?  

Sooner or later
you’ll notice me again, I know,
but when?
I’m so curious
and so excited…  

Then,
you’ll take me tenderly
and painlessly
and you won’t hurt me,
will you,  

Death?  

                             Zlatna Kostova