I bury thee

All those words that you wrote to me
and all the words that you write to me
the fights, the romance, the silence
everything I bury thee deep down in me
blogged into the pages of my heart
Your voice is captured like a symphony
all the words that you say to me
the rants, the lusty groans, the loud cries
everything I bury thee deep down in me
burnt into the hard drives of my quintessence
Your touch is imprinted in me like a tattoo
every inch of my body you devoured
with your lips, your fingers, your eyes, your teeth and nails
everything I bury thee deep down in me
pasted into an album of my paroxysm
When I die, if they bury me
please tell them to burn my body
so that a Phoenix can rise up from the ashes
and perch on that tree of eternal love
where it can sing the verses you wrote
where it can tell the stories of our love
where it can weep for the pain we endured
the tree will weep as my tears wont dry up
the fruits will bleed as my womb wont dry up
and at-last the world will know for once
Our love, the madness, the pain, the longing
the universal primitives
which is you and me

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