"Dozing"

I’m dozing.

My slumber gets disturbed,

A gentle patter of rain, it seems.

I open my eyes and look at her.

A smile surfaces

As I get up,

Floating to her side-

Sitting behind her.

She laughs at something in the torn pages of a book,

I bend down to catch a look.

A fluttery chuckle escapes my lips,

Ruffling her hair as she looks around.

I smile when she smiles.

Gentler, than that same patter of the rain,

Brighter, than the sun on my back

I lean forward to press a kiss to her rose-skin.

She looks perplexed but then she sighs

In love, I presume.

I touch her, holding, filling her with my warmth

As much as my coldness could offer anyways.

I feel gentle rain caress her cheek,

My smile dims to something so meek.

She can feel me well, still.

And oh, how grateful I am for her, for it.

I whisper an unheard goodnight in her ear

As I turn away, gently going back to my somewhere~

Somewhere near the heart of the lilacs she has planted.

I settle back down, where she has so lovingly buried me, my ashes.

She kept her promise from when my body was still warm,

I admire her for her strength, so so so gentle like my favorite rain.

I look after her now, as she looks after me.

Both are ever so different, yet the same.

I close my drooping eyelids,

The insects taking their home in me, again.

The lilacs infest my lungs

The tendrils of my affections span out, “help her to keep her heart going.”

Now and again, I’m dozing.