Say that we be wild.
Say that our tongues
follow pulse.
Say that we be shoe skate
blades on ice.
Say we, say we.

Say snow melting on eaves.
Say tidepools, say fog.
Say that all
this here is ours.
Say let go.

Say we cherish the tremor,
the inkling, the rudderless
thoughts that propel us together.
Say we divine the earth’s sweet tones.
Say we stoke the night with paens
and hymns to the unseen hand.
Say goodnight.  Goodnight.

Say we be mourners
at our own graves.
Say we reconcile
all the lost moments here,
before we stop breathing.
Say we go out with sparklers,
with deep kisses and cake.
Say yes, say now.

Say we left something here
that mattered.   Say it was good.
Say something of you lives on.
Say something of me.