A request post mortem (To Susan) A rewrite

A rewrite. If I could only have done it better.

Little Bunny

Do these without fear.

When I die, my hands fall limp and still,

My skin to touch damp chill

Look to your warm heart

To fill these few post mortem requests.

On a chest that pressed against you

On arms that held you long.

Have me tattooed with the grandest heart

And story of a lucky man,

Whispering your name so there is no doubt

Who you kissed in Dallas town so long ago

So many journeys round the Sun,

with two as one.

Paint my body with the story of Love.

Spray my body with your favorite scent,

Arrange my thinning hair as you like

Then just cut off a little piece

Maybe a finger that wore the gold

Maybe the ear, you kissed and stirred me.

Take me, everywhere

To scenes new and old

To the Pont Dauphine on the Seine

Late night, when Paris lights twinkle

Or the base of the castle at Neuschwanstein

And pause for a moment while I look up

To share magic moments again

With you alone like no one else.

Take me to that snowy hillside in Vermont,

outside Woodstock where a single farmhouse

watches over white fields and the grey branches of trees

waiting for the love of warm Spring.

Take me to the sulfur color pools of Yosemite

Where you always wanted to go

Let me feel the magic inside they made you feel.

When I die, let it be known

Play music loud, swing round

With swirling colors dressed

Dancing like we mean it

Who loves you

and as long as the Sun warms

lives in you

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