oh darling, my sweet, sweet darling. i long to keep you. forever. your limbs will enrich my soil, and will grow deep and wide, roots spread. your arms will provide shade and shadows, with inky green sprouts bursting from your branches, thick and lush.
oh, Spring will be so succulent when your breasts and sex burst into flowers, tumbling down, a cascade of red and pink and lavender. i can see it already. can you feel my excitement? the tremble in my voice? how the shovel shakes in my hand?
your knees and elbows will form into gnarly knots, twisted and thick, darkly-brown and noble-looking. our children will carve their initials inside those knots, and you’ll feel every nick of their blades. like birth, perhaps, someone might say; except they won’t know what they are talking about. they will not understand our love and how you sacrifice your life for me. for our future. for our children.
now lie down, my love, my sweet darling. fear not the cold earth. the worms. the dark and decay. the way your heart will slow or the way your throat will inhale the soil. you will inherit untold riches, a treasure of riches, while we live above you, basking in your growth.
i know of no other way to love you.