Climax Descent

By : Jennifer Gardner

Bury me deep within you,
into your thirsting embrace.
Your shoulders are leavse crisp with dew,
a cold, white stone is your face.
The wind in the night sings your song,
blowing through weeds of your hair.
Draping arms six feet long
hug the dark soiled dress you wear.
A blanket of blades is your veil,
but your sweet dark burrow is free.
I quickly descend and impale
so all that within you is me.
On your face my name, inscribed
and right beneath, the day I died.