And because he loved her,

He picked her up from the ground with

Tender fingers

That seemed to sink into her flesh

Like seeds into a garden.

Pine needles were tangled in with her

Hair, hair the color of

Melted chocolate.

And maybe,

Just this time,

Because, hey, we’re all gonna die anyway,

Her kissed her

On the lips

And it tasted like raspberries.

Maybe life is real,

After all…