To You My Tongue
I can touch your skin again.
No, not the skin, deeper this time,
the polished hardness of your bones.
I can trace your eye sockets
with my tongue and discover
every crevice, worm-worn and hollow,
I can love you again
with my fingers buried deep in your flesh,
until the scent of your congealed blood
brings both of us back from the dead.
Horror Sleaze Trash 