Untitled Poem

I wish I could sing to you

As the mushrooms sing to the dirt,

To the time lost corpses that sustain them

Feed them

Become them,

Their music in rhythms too soft to be heard

But declaring love to the world

All the same

All the same.

I wish I could love you

As the crow loves the flesh

Cold

Bloodless

Carrion,

The gift of tragedy veiled to the world,

Torn open in black embrace,

Possessing

Consuming

Becoming,

Sustaining for another long to come

In this cycle of love we hope to break.

I wish I could hold you

As the moth holds the flame,

Defying the pain of devouring death

For a moment’s touch,

To have

To hold

To burn in your arms and give up all else,

And fade into slumber

And eternal love.

I wish I could kiss you

As tangled vines upon uncovered bones,

Warming cold lips with blood fresh drawn,

Fresh life

Fresh love,

Heralding new spring

And flowers upon old bones,

Straining life from death

And love from ash,

Gripping unceasingly

To hope.

Consume me, my love,

Devour me

And leave nothing for the vultures

Who may come after

Save charred bones

And the memory of love

Eternally yours.