by Kerry Wilkinson
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
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Share my world.
An apple divided equally in half.
You- half the decay, half the juicy flesh.
Half my sadness and grief,
half my ecstasy and pure joy-filled moments.
Half my life, those long summer days
and those short wintered eves.
Half a century gone by, and it
half of my rain-sodden grave,
your half-preserved corpse is protected.
In life, in death we are perfected symmetry.