When We Are No More

When we are no more will there be skin to jump out of? Will we still skinny-dip in the nothing? Will Summer rain still feel like a first kiss and the last? Will there be rainy summers and bone-bright winters? Will there be mind-Harley’s? Plasma shotguns for shooting long dead ducks? Cherries and Cheerios? Will most things still be not worth waiting for? Will we need more mind-flesh or will we be skin-tight to the light? When we are gone will it be a so-long song or a bye-bye blip in the never begun? I do so hope there will be honey in my tea at three or four o'clock and a good book to warm the cockles of my heart in the now and evermore. I do so.