Prehistoric Love Affair

Your life is defined by
pre and post me.
I am your dinosaurs.
I am your ice age, baby.
I am your prehistoric love affair.

I am your primal passion
where mankind learned
to crawl
walk
hunt.

Together,
we solidified.
We fossilized.
No longer breathing,
living,
evolving
yet-
still existing.

Existing in seashells
in dirt wells
in a not-quite-hell
but close to it
where we disintegrate
debilitate
become bicarbonate
degenerate
into black,
oily
pools
of the past.