A break
is heard
When I take you from your home
Dark Damp Deep
My hands wipe the black from
the alabaster under
the full moon
Your skin, though smooth
is frigid
is stone-like
is everything I need
Decay
is only a word
Love
is only a feeling
Death
pulls them together
to make
you
mine
Shining and pure
the moon
lights up your
body
clothed in your
most beautiful dress
no longer
the grass feels wet
under my hands
the smell of Earth
surrounds us
the tightness I feel
releases me from
the emptiness
that plagues me
my freedom
my passion
my life
Love Never Dies