Sal BiaseComment


Sal BiaseComment


I cannot wait

for your gnarled fingers to

trace the soft, deep ridges in my skin.

My ancient bones will be

arranged so neatly beside yours

as we sweetly rest. 


We will recite

all of these same prayers

giving thanks to the Universe

for bringing us together,

feeling contented with,

if not slightly proud of,

the world we’ll soon be leaving behind.