Tear me apart

rip me into pieces

throw me to the wind

and bury me with poems

no earth

no flowers

just words

in death

cover me with notes.

And this on the eve of your birthday

the time when you

left me for dead

at the steps of Aphrodite

swimming in a pool of ache.

C’mere and pull the covers off

stand tall next to my hips

and pour the earth

all over us.

I can take it all

deep

light

slow

fast.

in rhythms you’ve described

and found in dictionary meanings

it’s all been felt

before

from eras we once lived in

a thousand years ago.

remember my hues then?

they were just as devastating

for you.