Ah-bliss


Ah-bliss
If I ever die
the last aroma
I want to smell
before the freshly varnished pine
is the Copal of our ceremonies


Ah-bliss
If I ever die
the last sound
I want to hear
before the pounding of the nails
is your musical “good bye Hugo”


Ah-bliss
If I ever die
the last thing
I want to see
before the darkness of the box
is the sparkle of
your eyes


Ah-bliss
If I ever die
the last thing
I want to touch
before the padded, white satin
is a strand of your
silky hair


Ah-bliss
If I ever die
the last thing
I want to say
before the deafening echo of the coffin
is a soft, soft, and long


I   l o v e y o u.


Ahhh bliss