5am ramblings of an unoriginal mf

beyond death, we shalt not part, for I will love you far after
i will love you as the ashes of me that return to the ashes of earth
i will love you as the budding fruit that grows from the soil of my remains
i will love you as the inevitable remains of said fruit that get deposited on someone’s Honda via a bastard bird

when all grief, all memory, all whispers of me leave
my love for you will stay
maybe in the smell of whipped vanilla cream of a french patisserie or in the first kisses that happen within it
maybe in the morning breath of lonely people or in the shared toothbrush holder of the family established

in death, my love for you will linger on in the eyes and mouths and cocks of young lovers
in the giggling of two teenagers and in the comfort of two old friends
in the girl sitting by the canal reading Ginsberg
and in the grandma playing bridge over a glass of gin and tonic

we both will be gone, dirt, dust and bone
but I will still touch you, embrace you, kiss you on the cheek
through the girls in the coffee shop doing the same
i will still laugh at your jokes and press my knee against yours
through the boys doing just that at that restaurant downtown
i’ll still scold you for your tidying and make your tea how you like it
through the aged childhood sweethearts,
wrinkles and rings round their eyes and fingers

death could not part us,
for what is death faced with love?
a cliche, I know, but a truthful one
we run deep through the earth, intertwined and interwoven
love shared for our partners, our moon, our gods

ashes gathered up and re used
earth dug up and returned
ripened fruit picked and replanted
love shared, and shared again