Sometimes we lay on our backs with my head on your stomach, and I press my ear hard against you to listen to what’s inside. I hear your lungs filling and your heart pumping life through your body; I visualize your intestines, kidneys, colon and spleen writhing about your ribcage in perfect, mortality-sustaining synchronization. It’s then when I’m most grounded, when I’m reminded of how temporary all of this is and how I want to give my love to your every organ before they each dry up and disappear forever.