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Eternal Plan
Charlie Bryant
Had our trip to the Middle East been planned,
a well worn, patriotic blanket would have been included.
Her hands tied to mine,
we are one, bound.
Waves of emotion can not explain the crash.
To each, an end is sure,
yet who fears the unexpected?
The cold chills, her wet hand in mine.
We must die; if so, as one.
Stand!
No longer bound, still one.
Seductively soft, the movement of quiet desperation.
The sword is raised. We embrace.
Eye to Eye. Her hand in mine,
on a well worn quilt, we share a kiss.
then darkness.
For those who plan much better,
as we go to the new plane.
Memento Mori.
The quilt I should include,
is yours.