Tara Staunton Aspiring poet, photographer and genetic scientist. Lover of life, art, literature and sunshine

The sand has ran through.

Your flaxen curls lie still.

I lie next to you, still too.

My hands, cold and blue, embrace your fingers.

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We degenerate as one,

Dust to dust.

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Your soft white lips, are turned towards my ear,

But no hot breath escapes them.

My forehead leans upon your chest,

No strong heart beats, you are at rest, now stirring not.

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We are nout but heavenly skulls,

Earthworms delight.

On your lips, a farewell kiss quivers,

A final loving squeeze frozen, our bodies tense to death.

The call came and we were gone

Heart strings entwined, souls bound as one, towards it we arose

Hand in spirited hand we forever are, a death as sweet as life we chose.

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We earthly dwell in this lonely hilltop house,

So full, but so empty of warm bloods heat.

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Beautiful is deaths blush upon our aged cheek,

Still locked in our last embrace.

We sleep, to silent for life.

All encased in oak, husband and wife, how true eternal vow.

We are together, and the face of god shines on us now.