Requiem For You
i raise to you a glass, my dear -
of sour lemon juice
you've gone from me at last, my dear -
ah yes, i love you too
your sticky flesh on everyone, excluding me -
so kind
and the odor of mixed sweat and rum -
the marks on your behind
he hit, my dear? and who is he? -
or rather, who are they...
that bind their lips to your thin lips -
a bountiful buffet
enjoy, enjoy! oh tasty treat! your withered body -
spoiling meat
i'd have strangled you in the midst of night -
if not your smell so sweet
that's all, my dear, i bid adieu -
in hopes you'll see this from my view
and take the time to really read this love poem
just for you
and take the time to burn in hell -
this Requiem's for you
Copyright © Marina Bessel | Year Posted 2005
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