i would love you pickled

with
all pretense
stripped away
removing
the weight carried
with
money
jealousy
distance
sex
and the body human
leaving
only
the conversations
we have
without burden
breathing the same
oxygenated amniotic fluid
formaldehyde
bourbon
cocktail
side by side
upon a shelf
out of direct sunlight
laughing
our lovely heads
floating
in
his and hers
jars