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There will come a day When the fear of death will be the favorite 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 will jostle our skeletons Out of the composition that is me, And you, And will write with us love letters That spell, ‘I-O-U 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 our children will have the good sense To leave us a little wriggle room, Leave us exposed Like stray dogs in a thunderstorm. And I’ll hear the breeze, and not know it as the breeze. I’ll feel the rain, and not know it as the rain. I’ll behold the sky and not know it as the sky. Instead, I will hear the breeze and think it is your laugh Returned to the hearth of my ear. And I will feel the rain, and think it is the pinprick of your kiss, And when the rain is tender, I will know something has softened you, And when it is violent, I will know something has shaken you, And in this newfound understanding, Without eyes, or ears, or hands, or even lips Our bare bones will make love in the dirt Never knowing our nakedness. Imagine, imagine a rough wind Cursing through a calligraphy of weeds. In our disrepair, we have grown gardens of ourselves. Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our 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, we talk with our souls Through the holes in our ribs Where our organs once sat. Imagine, imagine your skull and mine Both reduced to grins, Both washed clean of our skins, and our sins, Growing young again. Forgetting why we ever wrinkled Or why we ever furrowed our brow with the plow of anger Become dust with me, my love Insignificant, and everywhere For I will love you Even after your marrow has become a whisper And your bones nothing but the snickering of gravel Let us soak in the spaces our shadows leave behind Your skeleton laced with mine I will tie your soul to my ankle And know what it is like to step into a dream And you, 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 that years pass 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 So all this to say, we are already laughing. There is a wedding of pebbles and earthworms waiting. When our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit, There is space for our faces to lie Planted beside each other Forever smiling There exists a place where we can still be in love, I know it does, There exists a place where we can be still And in love, Just two gentle skulls
