Elegant
We rot
I contemplate the elegance
of rot - black, like obsidian,
ash from my heart’s crematory.
Beauty lies in time’s urn;
death’s cauldron calls,
awakening visions of our love.
Still I ache for your kiss,
beg for your decaying flesh
to kneel at my altar.
Our tongues entwined,
we are one in life and death.
Forever bound, we rot
elegantly, divinely.
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