Johnnie

For, in one space, I can tell you of both Heaven and Hell–

Where blooms many a bloody rose;
Where begs many a silent plea;
Where screams many a starving infant
On any drying breast of promise.

This is where vanity succumbs to haggard scars whose inaugural moments are remembered only by the lucky few;

Where the human heart shamelessly begs for love;
Where gifts of horrors live known only to Angels who daily fight the very Raptures of Hell;
Where the eye of my soul eternally weeps for your presence;
Where I now sit, in silence,
Remembering,
So vividly,
Your smell.

Slash my neck!

Leave my corpse swaying heavy and silent
Above our bloody pool of memories.
Now, reflect upon my placid face
(Hurry!)
Catch my parting gaze
As it seeks our love in your warm amber eyes,
To eagerly remember you for the last time in this life
Before my escape into Truth and relief.

Please, bury me facing down into the very Earth
From which you sprang

That I may at least in death
Rest against the Mother of your breast -
Waiting...
For that time when we can finally remember
Our love,
Free of this incarnation,
United
Together in Truth-
As One.

(I do still, with every breath, love you so…
Until we meet again, Johnnie,
You remain my one and only
True Love.)