Bury me in
tiffany roses,
sunflowers, and
ballads of poinsettias
serving as the
beginning
introduction of
goodbye
and as I hear this hymn,
can I grieve over
the loss of former
lovers?
Bury me in
a river of emotions
birthed from the
fertile crescent I call
my eye and
as I drown in my
self created grief
can we call it a
baptism?
Bury me in
books, Adam birthed
knowledge of iniquity
yet we call it
scholarship and as I
study for this exam
can I grieve over
this damn
degree?
Bury me in
the blood of
the Lamb
bind my back to
his spine, the book
of life, agape love
and as I read of this
covenant
can I ask you why
you grieve over
Me?
You…
You love me?