I do not remember how you begin
But I remember how you end -
Twirling in the sand
like you once twirled in my arms,
Licking salt off the mountainside
like you once did to my hipsides,
Draping Willow tree's tendrils over your face
like you once bathed in the nest of my hair,
And your last laughing fit with the wind -
It still echoes in my dreams,
reminding me of the time we laughed so hard
that the mattress shook and roared in harmony.
You end by making love to the earth,
through twirling and licking and draping and laughing.
A lovemaking so intense that you melt into her,
screaming "Yes!" to the total union of bodies in love.
And so your spirit expands into the water and 4 directions and marble caves,
and your body disintegrates into the
mycelium network and redwood roots and underground spring.
This is a story of your destruction
And of slowly coming home.
Day 16 Poetry Challenge :: Go watch the sunset today, from your roof, the top of a parking lot, on a hill, on the coast, wherever, and write a poem.