gently in these ragged folds

curled up and warm like easter's child

a breath so faint, angelic weight



i can't deny

that i drift sometimes

even in these loving moments

to summery fields i call my own

where i can lie and in them feel

at one with my death

with limbs outstretched



i can't deny

that i'm weak sometimes

even in my strongest moments

and the way you cry at me

i don't know why

you stay