How sweet to be buried this way in death; you
settled above me just like we were in
our marital bed.
Your heart caresses mine now, as they rot
away intertwining together, just how they used
to do.
The dirt is cold and heavy, pressed against
what has become of our bodies.
But our love keeps it warm down here, in our
pocket where we wither.
The worms take all that’s left of our bones,
stripping us of our strength.
The strength of our fondness knows no
bounds, not even the end of it all.
This is a poem I wrote that is inspired by the song Movement by Hozier.