After Death

I have drawn desperate distinctions
between worlds which ought to be apartapart
as this world and the worlds beyond death.

but when one soul lit so gently within me
and death came for him, it claimed us.
those things that were meant to be separate,

are separate no longer.

now, lovers are acquaintance; sex, a firm handshake,
and you, friend, touch me more deeply
than my most intimate lover.

every distraction is obsolete,
every distinction has unraveled,
I can only look to you.