Layers by Erina Booker
Love is a charnel house of bones –
I even offered to add mine to yours,
A final act of love’s most deep-down tones
To walk together on those distant shores.
You’d said “come sleep with me for a hundred years”,
I had the knowledge of just what you meant –
Eternal want of Me, and the unknown’s fears,
To hold my hand wherever now you went.
I’d given you my life in this known realm –
It seemed a mere extension of that fact
To stay with you, move through the final veil
Together in a unity of pact.
We’d walked the darkest hallway hand in hand –
Just one more step, into that mystery land.