what is love

dancing in dreams
between this reality and that
sleep beckons me in
this wake
gray plumes
bellowing mushroom cloud
around
me the dust settles
bone rattle in skin
some flesh does rot
sticking through
who wishes for death
if no one saves me
i seek hope in ounces
in the empty flounces
of my dreary pockets
that hold nothing
not a speck not
a crumb to suffieciently
live behind razor burred
fences
hope is the sun
that fades in the murkiness of clouds
dear diary, this end of days
i say to my dying sister
her eyes mirror
me, in reflection
she could say the same
i hold on to this love
no matter the dust
the scent of death
our fellow bedfellowes
permeate, i hold
steadfast to my margot
my love will follow her
if she must go
let these tears rinse
our souls
souls that float beyond
circumstance and time
my mind can go anywhere
to heaven, if need be
when my sister is
there
asorbed in my
love

anne