+ i just want what's real +

i want to build a home for myself.
i want it built by my own fingers.

they dug up
her frail
body
and found her
heart -
a note
paperclipped
to it.

"i just want what's real."

the young boy
who cleared the
last
of the soil
covering her skin
couldn't have been more than 21.

frames flashed before his eyes
and she was there and he was there and
all of it,
everything,
it was
all
there.
smiles and tears and death and
bones.
so many bones.

ivory keys
pitter pattered in the
hot wind
and he whispered to her,

"i'll build a home.
for you. for me."

he unclipped the
note,
knowing it would decay
within weeks, months.

she was
inside
of him, now -
that boy.

"hold onto me."

her whispers
rode his
senses
like the sweetest
and purest
of love sessions.

nothing was more real.

infinity
saved
her
and
put
her
soul
to rest.