There
will come a day when the fear of death
Will
be the favourite joke passed amongst corpses
And
they are already laughing
My
love please don’t be afraid
But
there will come a day when field mice play
In
our empty sockets. When our bones
Become
homes for living creatures
Other
than our egos
And
when time jostles our skeletons
Out
of the composition that is me
And
you
And
will write with us love letters that spell…
I
owe you Eternity
If
we believe in life after death
Then
I often wonder why
We
assume the dead like coffins
When
people were never meant to live in boxes
So
I pray that our children have the good sense
To
leave us a little wiggle room
Leave
us exposed like stray dogs in a thunderstorm
And
I will hear the breeze but not know it as the breeze
And
I will feel the rain but not know it as the rain
And
I will behold the sky but not know it as the sky
Instead
I will hear the breeze and think it’s your love
Returned
into the hearth of my ears
And
I will feel the rain and think it is the pinprick of your kiss
And
when the rain is tender I will know that something has softened you
And
when the rain is violent I will know something has shaken you
And
in this newfound understanding without eyes or ears…or hands…or lips
Our
bare bones will make love in the dirt never knowing our nakedness
Imagine!
The
wind coursing through a calligraphy of weeds.
In
our disrepair we have grown garden of ourselves
Sprouts
of curious grass shooting from my eye sockets
Our
knuckles, hard, smooth skipping stones
Meant
for child’s play
And
the devilish sun picking its way through your missing teeth
And
neither one of us can keep from smiling these days
And
the days go unnoticed
And
the nights go unslept
And
we talk with our souls
Through
the holes in our ribs
Where
organs once sat
Imagine!
Your
skull and mine reduced to grins
Both
washed clean of our skins
And
our sins
Growing
young again
Forgetting
why we ever wrinkled
Why
we ever furrowed our brows
With
the plow of anger become
Become
dust with me
Insignificant
in every way
I
will love you
Even
after your marrow has become a whisper
In
your bones
Nothing
but a snickering of gravel
Let
us soak in these spaces
Our
shadows left behind
Your
skeleton laced with mine
And
I will tie your soles to my ankles
And
know what it’s like to step into a dream
And
you will try on my backbone
And
see how bad it hurt
The
day you said you were calling it quits
I
don’t remember why you left
Or
why you came back
I
don’t know how many years have passed
Not
really sure years passed at all
All
I know is the rain falls you kiss me
Like
a rainfall
The
sun it bleaches us clear and every day is a romance
All
this to say
All
this to say we are already laughing
There
is a wedding of earthworms and pebbles waiting
When
our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit
There
is a place for our faces to lie
Planted
beside forever smiling
There
is the place where we can be still
And
in love
There
exists a place where we can
Still
be in love
Just
two gentle skulls.
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