we shall take the form of park benches,
embezzling beneath the cherry blossom
quenched in woodland sparks.
'in loving memory',
sleeps our mesmerizing love,
that we held sub rosa,
under the nose of the pertruding reeds
that read the most secret thoughts and parts.
as park benches,
we live on longer than jealous eternity
that burns and yearns in our oak soaked smoke,
we live on longer,
a gentle scent to the passerby.'

eddie frelford

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/park-benches/