Darling Dead, I cannot fear you.
Not after hours spent walking on your moss bones,
receiving so many stories, your laughter
mingling with your pain and dancing
with the letters of your name.

There is nothing you could do
that I would not welcome
moving, moving through me
when in the crow dawn light
years brought us together.

I who am your sweet girl
so unafraid among you
who lets you feel with a heart
open again, beating
again.

I who knows through you again
what it is to be
stone.

You who hover and whisper,
offering encouragement to dance,
run, or sometimes shouting warnings
and asking only
my kisses.

How the grass blades tremble
with our caresses!

Together
we breathe.

Together
we lie perfectly still.
Together
we are one.

Living
and Dead.