Apr 07

Love And Embalming

They carried you away in a black hearse.
Our black eyes,
beaten and bruised by love,
caressed your black coffin.
They opened your casket and there you were,
your eyes closed,
relaxed and so cold,
and yet you seemed so alive.
They painted your beautifully round face
with the illusion
of life, but alas,
you were unbearably still.
They cried for you in weeping waves.
Their hands shook
as they held each other
over their decaying son.