Grand Reunion

Copyright 1999-2004 by Nate leved

A Last glance at coffin's edge. I do see you my love. Skin
as white as snow. The sweet smell of embalming fluid fills
my nostrils, and your gown of white laying on red satin
bed rends my heart. I steal one last passionate kiss from
you as I hold your cold hand, lifeless and limp. I
Remember my vows. It is death's passing now. I leave
one last white rose with you, made red by tears of blood. I
smell your sweet, raven hair while taking a lock for my
lover's charm, so you might be with me for days to come.
Before sealing your wooden bed, I take one last glance at
you.

You are placed in the cold ground, like a bulb waiting for
the springtime. I shovel Gaia's Earth upon your bed in
great sadness that lingers as a dance that won't end. On
top your marker, reads Here Lies My Lover, My Friend. The
darling of my desire rests here. I place a rose on your earthen
grave in hopes that I would see your topaz eyes again. My
longing of separation pulls at my heart, my love, for your
memory can not be stopped by any force that can be
measured here or beyond. I Feel my heart sink as I sing
with the wind above your grave. A year passes and the
moon changes, yet all I think of is you, my love, my flower,
my passion. Not All the supernatural forces in the world
may separate us.

I visit at the midnight hour, The bell tolls 12. I Hear you
from beneath the earth. I am coming my lover. I am
coming. From beneath the cold earth, from beneath the
frigid snow, my lover comes. The Moon lights the ground
like a thousand suns at a grand stage show. I See my lover's
hands raise though the ground covered with dirt snow and
worms. Then her head half gone with rot and one eye
missing the other held half open with thread. My lover's
gown torn and gray. She Comes to me, and I Embrace My
lover. She kisses me, and I taste her rotted flesh, much like
one would taste a fine wine.

Her rotted, cold skull pressed against my warm face as we
waltz in the snow. Her arm breaks off revealing maggots
and worms. But we do not care as we dance to music
unnerved, as we spin faster into the night becoming one as
I breathe life into her and she breathes death into me. Her
grave opens. We go together, living our passions for all
time leaving only the Earth to morn. On moonlit nights
you can see us waltz and live out our desires in the garden
of the dead. Make that, The Garden Of Eternal Love. The
Marker of our common Grave now reads: Here Lies
Lovers And Friends-- Desire rests here, together forever.

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