Somewhere between the ends of your smile, and
the lids of your eyes
we have finally managed to fold in upon each other,
just two sets of ragged bones splintering out like
insults falling gracelessly; as rain suicides
itself onto the very cold ground that we,
at some point,
will be buried under. Forgotten but-
at some point I daresay that
my lips will make a hollowed sound in the
beat inside your ear drums,
my voice never quite the same, being eaten away by the
worms and the germs and
this is getting so much worse because I know-
if I scream out to you: incessantly tender,
there will be no heart of a voice to hear.
There will be no vibration for you to beckon under.
But what are bodies, but things in which we
hold that we know we cannot keep?
To let go of thirst and hunger and soon-
your finger prints on me will no longer
stain simple flesh.
Just the empty space, the chasm between
two rib bones as though the very
skin had enveloped your essence within
itself.
If we were to see an afterlife where
our two structured bodies were too much a
mosaic then a piece of music
I swear unto you here and now,
that I will adore you under a ground
where the fumble of my body against
yours is deemed to never be felt.
In a darkness where for once I am not
too scared to visage my own nakedness
but more scared that you could not perceive it.
Perceive this-
My life is a cord I am close to snipping
and I just can’t do that until I meet you first,
meet you first-
in a why where we are not in this very ground,
The one we will spend forever under….
Lovingly blue, within our slumber.
