love above the graves

it is perhaps a bit early for the cemetery to feel like home
for these rows of still graves
nightkissed stone
to feel like my neighborhood

but up on that tomb
with my dirty high tops
I watch
the long laces droop
listening to you
the easy smile of the half moon

feels something like the afternoon light
 dragging shadows
across the stoop,
streetlight for a sunset -

I feel alone with my lover
on our very own roof

we are there
sitting close
you reading my Tarot

as many yawns
as heartbeats
coming from me

I have found sleep inconvenient lately

I've been stuck
but not in the ground

deep and nervous in my own ribcage

you have an ear to my chest
so the sound escapes.

I have gratitude
in each goosebump
for this love above the graves

for these nights that don't scare me anymore
and for the way you can read me
like an epitaph -

you take me from stone
into eyesight
into knowing.

you are such a relief.
Written by rowantree (Rowan E.)
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