Poem – “I Sleep with a Coffin” – Romance – 4/30/2020

Death is a wide awakening

To what I've missed,

For something I've kissed,

In a world I've wished

To be something other than it is.

My eyes see the wooden frame,

The wooden lid,

The wooden bottom,

As I am Pinocchio with his nose in the soil,

Merely the creation of a tree

To speak of what I call truth.

I have loved nothing more

Than the fragrance,

The aroma,

Of the Earth about me.

She once told me

That there is no cure for life.

That, to live is more inevitable than death,

Should one choose to move.

I remain

In this pain

In the shame

Of calling my bed a tree

As my partner is a coffin.

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