I confessed <br />to our world <br />that Death shan't separate us <br />nor halt relations <br />that were between us <br />when you were of fresh flesh. <br /> <br />The odor of your passing <br />is an unbearable one. <br />But I cover you <br />in the musk you once <br />basked in. <br />Why does Death <br />have to be so vicious <br />to such beautiful flesh? <br /> <br />Your lips are removed <br />of the passion that <br />once overwhelmed me. <br />You look upon me <br />with a blank stare. <br />Why doest thou <br />look upon my frame <br />with such empty eyes? <br /> <br />Do you dare provoke <br />the swiftness of my angry hand? <br />Why doest thou cheat me <br />of a compliment? <br />Your tongue does not reply <br />with suave slander. <br />O, what should I give <br />to wake you from this <br />eternal slumber? <br /> <br />My lips search your neck <br />and my stomach <br />halts regurgitation. <br />'Twould be rude to vomit <br />during passion play. <br />And by caressing your phallus <br />I await a response in vain. <br />The chill of your testicles <br />disappoints me because memory <br />reminds me of how they were once warm <br />and held the nourishment I lustily devoured. <br /> <br />Should I return you to the filthy ground, <br />turn 'round and travel home <br />and live life in absence of your kisses <br />and wishes? <br />Or should I clothe you after we bask <br />in lukewarm lovemaking and conceal you <br />under my bed? <br />My heart yearns to allow the aroma swallow <br />my house whole. <br />And by that I will be in constant remorse, <br />reminded of how lovely and sweet-smelling <br />your flesh was. <br />And when disgust devours me, <br />I shall unite with thee - warm and whole. <br />Soft will replace stiff and happiness <br />will remove bitterness.<br /><br />Melissa Hurst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stiff-swain-and-a-deranged-mind/
