'Hang my body in the clouds'

Burial

Paint me naked

upon the bare skin wall.

Hang my body in the clouds

nailed to the ethereal

bound by harp strings

silhouette of a woman

whose fires burn below

consuming her trees

in raptured flames.

Bury me in the deepest tomb,

untouched and forgotten,

so spiderwebs may rest

in the waves

i call

eyelashes,

tear ducts filled

with aquamarine.

Place rubies in her mouth;

remember how she smiled.

Melt the marrow

of bones into honey,

and syphon poetic plasma

from her body

until only

empty space

remains.