Macabre Love Making

 

Good evening,

The music drawls on…

Dripping off the walls

In red stains.

 

I want to tell you a fantasy,

A darkness,

Something deep in the mind,

Hidden.

 

I want to… reach down…

Pull you from the grave,

The rot and maggot carcass,

And peel the rest of the blackened skin off.

 

My spider-leg arms will pull your corpse out,

Test the waters with my skeletal digits,

Finger the inside of your sticky skull,

Pull a grub out and crush him between my hands.

 

I want to run my lips over the remaining patches of your

Paper-thin skin, over the scabby spots where your eyes were…

I want to feel the inside of your womb,

Dried and wrinkled in the most peculiar pattern.

 

I swat at the flies and remember the time we made love in the garbage,

The dead animal body and the rotting meat,

The baby insects feasting like carrion people,

Throbbing white torsos consuming the flesh.

 

We could bathe in the crimson life-juice

And we could carve our names into each other’s backs…

If only you had the spark in your eye…

If only you had that… twinkling something.

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

Macabre Love Making In deed Scriptor! but love is rather like this we never see the fault in life so why the hell should we in death? I loved the twinkling something end of poem!lol Happy holidays to you, smiling at you sick sense of something!lol Tai