this will be the time of my life
i summon as i near death
beautiful with
the simplicity of a crisp t-shirt
sliding over my willing breasts
.
the happiest days
to be carried with me
when angels
call me home to rest
.
the bourbon queen
shall die content
surrounded
by the love she has given
.
there is a limit to the penance
one can pay
for a sin someone else
carved recklessly
lover’s initials and pierced hearts
into pomegranate tree flesh
.
bury me beside the little white chapel
in Sardis, Kentucky
next to my daddy
.
it will be the first time
his bones
will make
for good company
.
.
One reply on “beautiful with”
This poem speaks well of morality and acceptance of death. You choose your words well.