I Could Never Love You...

Like Neruda. When I die
I want to feel
your hot tears falling
on my body - impassioned
like your sweat
was some time ago.

When I die
I want to hear your crying
to see your eyes puff red
from holding onto the tears.

My love, I want you to be
miserable
without me, to mourn
my death for years until
you finally join me, here,
in our marriage bed
beneath the cold
cold earth.

Bruno - I could never love you like Neruda.