after the dyin

I

after all the dyin

--

she speaks in soft riddles

I

listen

--

we are so

tea bag useless

in this inane world

lets leave

--

i am a mountain

you seem so cloudlike

pure  

and real

--

i naked your

body's tender

fertility

with

whatever you want

--

what do you want?

--

riddle me softly

with true tears

--

let us see eachother

YOU and I

--

naked

--

body and mind