Just be my breath and heartbeat for a start.
   Be the stories that made me fiercely weep.
   Every lust that ever brought me to an end,
   the absolute to my doubt, strength to my fear.
   Be my broken vows and promises forgiven.
   Be my gentle ending when my end is here.

In fields of high grass we ****** like
  lovers in the springtime of our life.
  We're gray and wrinkled and shy with
  our ******, not like we used to be.
  We were beauties to be drawn naked.
  Sketches mock us. We eat cake in bed
  without shame and laugh at body noise.
  We pray we wake again in morning.

I'm north and south, east and west.
I spin my compass in confusion.
We live in shifting times in odd places
where we seek solid ground but
we stand on sand and shores that
move our world beneath our feet.

I'm a clown dressed in a suit
in a circus tent on Wall Street.
We'll take sucker bets all day
and spin our webs all night.
You'll leap out windows and
we'll cash our chips and laugh.

When you stole my heart I was dancing.
  When I was on my knees adoring you.
  When I ****** your splendid **** and
  we spent a night asleep and we ******
  in morning and you wept. Joy or sorrow?
  Never an easy answer to do you love me?

Lawyers always get paid up front.
  Victims are buried, killers in jail.
  Plea deal for living, prayers for dead.
  Children offered as sacrifices to laws.
  In cold light of day sins are laid bare.
  We dark souls pray to godless heavens.

What an end I had.
I died watching kids
laughing and chasing
fireflies and I pitied
the lightening bugs who
would die in jars as an
afterthought. I felt I was
losing air in my own jar.