Hazy but Hopeful for Clarity: Anthology from my written journals

04 // Knights //

The gods
gifted
immortality
to our love.
That means
facing
my
endless deaths
and attending
your
thousand funerals.

In our wars,
I will let you pierce that
sword
until the iron tip
kisses my
heart,
as I do the same to
yours.

We will lie down beside
each other's dying
bodies,
then bury each
other
in the grave
we made
on our
backyard
garden.

And if you wake up
first
the next day,
I am wrapped in
flowers and and a warm blanket,
and you are cooking
breakfast.