Down turned
Mouth filled with dirt
Long have I lain
Expiating.
A jeweled apple
my skull talks back
decomposed prettily
barnacles from our sea
arrange themselves in little rows
tegument me
I do my corpse-waltz
To your side
press your lips on mine
I want to smell you exhale
Feel you pale
Linen wrapped
my body arabesques
flinging free
a jaundiced arm
Surprised it still can sway
You brandish desire
Like a sword
In a flourished grave
I've become cowardly.
There is nothing left human
To recognize by
Dark circles
Ring my eyes
I hear chanting
deep inside
My coffin dilates
to abide you
cob-webbed and crippled
brightest thing I've seen
Come, lay next to me
Dust is beginning to become me
Touch these drying wounds
Still bleeding ochre.
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