Nothing calms me like
the thought of our bones
decaying, intertwined.

As strange as it might sound,
this image of us forever
fills my whole heart and soul.

Buried beneath grass and mud,
somewhere in the bedrock
we’ll one day rot away,

become a part
of the Earth that gave us life,
returning to its arms together.

My hand on your skull,
your fingers on my hip,
we’ll calcify as one,

becoming single atoms,
becoming, once again,
mere droplets of the universe.