i dream of your death

the way others dream of cool spring water when they thirst.
I would rather have the burden of your body to dispose of
than the burden of hating you.
I dream of the relief an officer's voice would bring as he tells me you are gone,
the way a man dreams of silencing the buzz of work yet to be done.

you are a creature unknown, predictable yet always in flux
quicker to bite than i ever think you are
and i never draw my hand back in time