I'm Sleeping In Your Grave

When I returned home

After burying you in

The moon-lit grave,

I found myself

Inadvertently buried.

And I found you wide awake

In my room, smiling a smile

That only a death-proof

Angel can smile, the face

Lighting up like a dream

Of a cuckoo sleeping on the

Dew-laden roses in a drowsy evening.

As the clouds hanging from

An intoxicated sky, your

Lips moved, releasing,

Like rain in slow motion,

A few words that seemed to

Ask me: “Where have you been?”

The mysterious night sitting

Heavily on my eyes, I feebly said:

“I went to attend my funeral”.

“But how can you sleep

In my grave”, you asked.

“If you are sleeping

In my bed,

Can't I sleep in your grave?"