Your body will remember how to soften
when it needs to.

When the time comes that there is no time,
when you become boneless,

your spine melting into gel before slipping
into the ether.

This kind of love might feel familiar,
if you have been lucky,

this unembodied state that comes as close
to floating as gravity-laden

beings can imagine. Love masquerading
as dying,

dying impersonating love, which is what
the falling feels like,

dissolving into a soft landing where,
you discover, the beloved waits,

and you are held and held and held.