even hell has flowers

[Steve]

and say there is after life
then world life is but a fraction
of life
but love
that transcends into a void between
a lover's vertebrate
swelling dead space as they stretch
on the bed
,-
that ascends into the soft
nostalgic scent of talcum-mountains-
sassafras and birthday cake
as the first of the candles are lit.
love
has no hesitation cascading downwards
down
further
until we all know

even hell has flowers.