Burial

Let my beloved be buried alive with me,
In a grave of silence and dark solitude,
Where there is no latitude and no altitude,
Where there is no concept of the word "nude",
Where I can touch her but I cannot see.

Let my beloved be buried alive like so many,
In the grave of a wave less zone, no sound, no light,
No breath in or any breath out a pack totally airtight,
Where there is a touch but no hearing nor sight,
Where I can feel her miracles if she has any!

Let my beloved be buried alive like a fighter,
In the blood of her wounds I shall dip my index finger,
On her body I shall write, "I am sweet you are sweeter,
Your cuts and curls are appealing you're a living wonder,
Come on sweetheart we shall rest and sleep together,
I am dead you're alive you'll bloom one day as a flower.
Your thoughts and your rhymes your words and your lines,
Your hair your body your lips your legs your face your shines,
All talk and sing so what if you are unsung; it's a truth not a lie,
You are a beautiful woman and a beautiful woman cannot die."