Intensely dead

 

Lightning strikes two lovers sleeping 

with others, each three times.

Both survive. Seared inside out,

 

maker met, hair turned white, 

they spring to life. No more

a given, the final dip.

 

Now a matter of depth, degree.

Diving to a deeper death, past 

passed away. Intensely dead.

 

Plenty of time to glue

sullied pages of our afterlives 

together with bright tears.

                            Timothy Pilgrim