Sun-warmed Stone

Why dwell on death? The grave in front of me asked

Why not just dwell on life?

You are a reminder of my future, I said

I must protect it.

Don't think about it, said the grave

You'll end up just like me in the end anyway.

Were you happy? I asked

I am just a stone, the grave replied,

there's nothing more than that.

I fell asleep on the sun-warmed rock

and felt the utter bliss of the grave.

It lingered on my tired brow,

lingered like a kiss.