Underground

This morning,

In the still blue half-light before the sunrise

Still more asleep than awake,

You held me so tightly that I imagined myself deep underground, my bones gripped by roots, warm and safe

And I can only hope that when I die they bury me without a casket

So that one day my skeleton can rest in the embrace of roots and soil

Gripping me tightly

The way your arms did this morning.

Smile, with lips swollen from sleep and love

Shocking-blue eyes

I melt, the earth swallows me whole