unencumbered

can you feel the fire
burning in my lungs
threatening to consume you
as i breathe out
in an attempt
to invade you with
my kiss

lover,
take all of me
and hold me in
as each second ticks
threatening to smoke
you out

only in the death
of ourselves
can we say we've
been made whole
and purified
in this
pulchritude

be my
sepulcher-
i will rest
in you

and when your
ashen bones
can no longer
foster me
the dirt will
be our home

we'll give
of ourselves
one to another
and each to
the trees-
the leaves
will sing our
song in the
wisps of wind
as we journey on
unencumbered