Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Undead Romance

All the ghouls thought this long dead infernal romance had died

And decayed into rotting dust and bad memories

Until that night at the cemetary 

When things cold turned very hot and  sexy

Amongst the silent graves arranged neatly in a row

Two shadows appeared and began to make mad passionate love

Some said the moans were from restless spirits and they would be half right

Others believed the cavorting shapes were just a trick of the eye

And who am I to say if this was corporeal or a spiritual feast of mad delight

I only know that in the black ether wild things do stray

When it was all done there were just dried leaves blowing in the wind

Left behind 

And a hungry black cat meowing

At the door to a a crypt

A sticky

Wet spot remained to tell the tale

That could have been milk

That smelled like whooped pussy

And eternity

If it was not spoiled coffee creamer

Wasting away

In silence.




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