afterlife 2

oh reaper how funny you've become. these shakes and big red light running trucks and dreams of worlds without. oh reaper I wish I could admonish you, but you're so pretty and sad come sunrise, with your face-wide smile and shiny dancing shoes. in our more intimate moments, I pull apart the bones of your feet, throw them into the air, then set about the puzzle. oh reaper I'll never grow tired of you always peeking at me from corners, hands full of bone and grass. we should grow old together, one beside the other, and wear the brightest red dresses and throw back our wild red hairs. already you think you love me and try hard to get close. I say a wedding with orchids, and then how near we'll be, and how far, and how then I'll keep my breath.