(not less than)

i am in love in more ways than one!

the dead have come back to us!

you say with your wide eyes and drowsy feet.

on our path to saints and angels we have crushed down the flowers of our paradise

but i know we won’t mind because we are gods ourselves!

as we embrace the dearly departed and grip their elbows

i can feel how their bones stick out and i know they’re made of gold

oh the untasted fruit! the grass beneath our feet!

they have returned to us and we can finally release this crisis

to be free in our garden

to be with you

is worth more than than dying

more than gold bones and silver teeth  

Author's Note

thoughts?