In the wake of our bodies seperating from one another
bridging your heart to mine beginning with a pelvis. 
Beginning with a word. 
A story of words
 like bombs waiting for the ground, 
remember the way your dream folded into mine perfectly
especially at the hip. 
As I spilled to the floor from your bed
slipped my arm from under the small of your back
I prayed that you would remain silent, still, and lifeless.
I prayed that you would not miss me. 
That your shoulders would not be weighed down
carrying 
everything from last night in to this morning.
What a beautiful morning.
What a beautiful death.