Posted by Rathead on February 14, 2004 at 01:01:07:
A cold leafless night -
rains ride a wild frozen wind -
ice balls sting the earth.
She’s dead on my bed -
tan lines faded, legs spread wide -
still warm and flaccid.
When I am finished
I hold her corpse in my arms -
it laughs and giggles.
Cool wind strokes the skin
of her, resting in the grass.
She does not shiver.