I want you inside me because I want to remember what living feels like right before you die
What I think it must feel like to forget everything and everyone that ever made you think anything and be
solely focused on a pulsing white light that you didn’t even realize you were reaching for, opening up to
And when you touch me as I go I won’t feel it and I won’t remember
The beaded sweat on my forehead will be earth passing away and my soul levitating into an uncertain tomorrow
My eyes will be tightly closed in protest and acquiesence
We will be going together and yet completely separately
And in that split second when time and space cease to matter against an inky backdrop of a thousand splendid stars and synapses
We will fly.