Bury Me

Bury me alive.

I need to feel mother earth's skin

caressing mine.

I must get lost in her aroma.

The aroma of avian feather lost in the atomosphere.

I too will be lost somewhere out there.

The aroma of dying flowers,

brighten up a murky grave.

The aroma of the rain as it falls.

I want her tears to seep through and dance with my own.

Eventually I too will be nourishment for her skin.