When Death Becomes Me Poem by Shueyb Boyer

If death is the end,
May I live forever in your arms,
Between your chest, in the room under your left breast.
May I live in your sweet luscious lips,
In those kisses more sweet than any liquorish,
In that smile that always rejuvenated me,
When I got weak and helpless they helped me pass life’s test with a smile.

If death separates us,
Life will keep us alive,
In your head where your thoughts linger awhile
To tickle your brain and haze your mind
When you forget me
My style, my smile, and my eyes will remind you of my life
Way after all that’s left of me is the ashes from my time

If death is the end,
Let these words not be misinterpret by thee,
The earth you walk on will be the only image left clear to see
Take your shoes off let me caress and massage your gentle feet,
Between your toes, to the back of your heels, and all over those blessed feet
Allow me to mitigate your stress, from your body while you walk all over me.
The wind so swift and some times mild,
Will be my spirit you never could see with time
So peaceful yet filled with love and hate some times,
One touch will send my message to your heart, through to your spine
My voice will be formless and fade you by,
So speak only when spoken to, to hear me whisper life’s secrets my love at times.