Kiss Her Dead

Lay down her body

by the moonlight at her side;

to let her listen to light lilacs

as they fall and crack

and die.

 

 

she lays limply by the cold ones,

catching her sweet breath

to smear such undead lips

upon her own.

 

 

 

true love's kiss.

twas it sweeter then the rest?, she says,

waiting briskly by the ocean side does she pray,

for she must

get away;

take room in the old hillsides to hope....

that no one else held her crime.

 

 

 

that is...

until the day that I die.