Her flesh, a captive of words.
Her life, an interpretation of soul.
Nettles split the skin and lift

Calcified

As we brush aside this side of the road.

Rejuvenating old memories from when
We first met; silent walks, sharing thoughts
On death in eidetic smirks.

Two figures, lit white by the streetlights,
Wandering

Like the florets of the dandelion--
Disbanding from their headquarters
  To float and be peacefully dead for a while.