Grim Reaper

Today his body rests
Returned to the earth
That gave him birth
His spirit long departed
As I scatter his ashes
Along the banks of the mighty Mississippi
I hear him laughing
In the breeze
That comes to caress my lonely soul
I see him smiling
In my bedroom
As he ties me to the chair
The one in front of the mirror
His reflection I see
Hunting for that mirror
The one I anticipated
Night after night
When I finally embrace his love
His dominance
Partnered with my submission
I find myself crying
Embracing his strong arms
And his grizzled beard
Of my imagination
Mirroring the visage
Of his tender face
In the depths
Of my continued longing
In a weeping memorial
And a celebration of life.