And because he loved her,
He picked her up from the ground with
Tender fingers
That seemed to sink into her flesh
Like seeds into a garden.
Pine needles were tangled in with her
Hair, hair the color of
Melted chocolate.
And maybe,
Just this time,
Because, hey, we're all gonna die anyway,
Her kissed her
On the lips
And it tasted like raspberries.
Maybe life is real,
After all…