I would smoke cigarettes with her on the beach under the cold light of the moon. I would tell her my wishes, my desires and secrets and lay my tired soul against hers, so i could borrow her own strength. I would love to hold her against my cold body, so i could experience the healing touch of a lover. I would lift the mountains, and cross the rivers for her, share the bitter and sweet in the autumns and springs of our lives.
I would love to be buried alongside her, so as i pass over to the other side i can brave the uncertainty of void with her