death notice

Unrequited love, basically.

lips:

so pink, so red;

 i bite them

so when i kiss your neck

they know when you go to bed

you’re lying with the carnivores

 *

will you love me ?

like

Orpheus loved Eurydice,

but i’m already dead

and the sun is dying

and there’s no more space in this corpse’s bed

but no matter:

you can’t play worth a dime

 *

will you love me?

like

Hades but then

that’s not love;

that’s the thing you want from me

buried deep

in the bosom of spring’s clear light

and the sun flares

and the flesh melts from my form:

and you find that I’m not the nymph

you were looking for

 *

will you love me?

like

i wasn’t asking you to?

The End

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