Silk Sheets

Silk sheets stained with carnal knowledge A funeral shroud ingrained with death. Lust in your eyes just a fading memory, Seductive smile lost to the night. Watching the last remnants of your life escape Soiling varnished floor like spilled paint. My hand glued to the knife I hold, While your heart, clutched to my breast, cools ~You said “I give you my heart”, so I took it~ I try to capture your dying scent, all gone, enveloped by copper pheromones, invading! Controlling! ~You said “I’d die for you”, so let it be~ Silence, broken by ruby tears Falling from the lampshade, crying For your tortured soul…. Or, maybe, mine. Crawling; blood emulsifies to my body; second skin I look upon your crucified corpse, pale As the waxing moonlight casts selective beams Crowning your head in some macabre halo Audience of shadows crying “bravo; encore” Adulation seducing my fractured mind ~You said “I’ll never leave you”, Now your satin embraces shall touch no another~ Gently I lay my fingertips upon your eyes Gracefully Closing, hiding you accusing stare ~Peacefully sleep my lover, my life For you tomorrow never comes And now I leave you, For there are many others who cry To writhe in ecstasy; agony upon silk sheets~