(à la Robert Morgan, Dark Energy)
Love me like Jesus loves the church.
Affirm your commitment with words;
songs or poems or handwritten
letters. Buy me office supplies:
pens and notebooks and notes that stick.
Curl my belly with your witty
morbidity, and don’t forget
to let the dog in at night. Live
with passionate ambition, tell
me every tiny detail while
I whip up two mugs of fresh brewed
tea. Be a reader, sponsor my
love of language. Activate your
soul’s depth with exercise; please join
my yoga sessions later in
the morning. Don’t make a habit
of spitting, and pay attention
to the sidewalk under your boots,
the drumming patterns of raindrops.
Remember to treasure me all
of our lives, for someday, darling,
when dim stars edge the ebbing blush,
I will return to ash and dust.
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