Monday, September 07, 2009

Visitor - Necromancy

Wrap around me
like silk
passing lightly
sliding soft
over my skin
gone in death
these months
you still distract me
seeking refuge
in the darkness
where only you were allowed
to wander
slamming me to the wall
pinning me
against the bed
in August heat
sweat rolling down
the curve of my back
to the rumpled sheets below
where I lay with you
to all but the gifted
(or cursed)
riding this pain
straddling the pleasure
of certain knowledge
that death
is not the end

Copyright 2009 - Louise ann Godfrey - the Ravenrose