A Meadow Quietly Remains

Oh Dear.

I fear, I may be dead.

And you, my love,

Have killed me again.

You welcome me home,

To the grave in your chest.

The dark whole that I try to repress.

I'm kicking your ribs. Im gasping for breath.

There are seeds planted for me,

Here, where I rest.

So that when I die,

I can do what I do best.

Find the grace in sorrow.

Bring joy to where there is pain.

Take the darkness from your lungs,

And restore their colour once again

My tears water the seeds,

Their beauty blossoms from my veins.

Watch my bones as they disintegrate,

Watch them as they pollinate.

Now there is life where there was death.

Tulips in the space of my brain.

My hair has fallen out,

And a meadow quietly remains.

I can feel your heart ablaze.

Re-lit by a new embrace.

My work is gone.

The flowers, they cannot withstand the flames.

Now my grave is a grave, nothing more.

And I await the next girl to be tossed across my frame.

I hope that her hair smells of daises too.

I hope that her flowers are twice as pretty as you.