I wish there was a better word than love
Love isn’t a strong enough word
Because I don’t just love you
But there isn’t a word to describe how I
Imagine us 1000 years from now
In a forest covered in moss and mushrooms
And mockingbirds that play in the migrating river,
Our skeletons still holding each other
A squirrel lives in my ribcage,
Its lover lives in yours.
A flower grows through my eyesocket,
A pollinating bee rests on your skull.
Our bony fingers are still intertwined,
Even though nature has tried to force them apart.
And when winter comes,
And the forest is covered in snow,
My ribcage will store the food
For the squirrels cuddling in yours