Your Poetry Dot Com - i won't let go

she spread her wings
as if to soar
then spread her legs
always the whore
and with her final breath, she begged
"become me, devour me"

and i went down
on her decay
i was drug down
and swept away
by waves of hips
that bucked and swayed
drowning in dead ecstasy

kissing her lips
as they turn blue
the smell of rot
no longer new
preserved so well
her flaws so few
we make love
for an hour or two

i place a rose
between her breasts
from dawn to dusk
i let her rest
return once more
once the sun sets
to reclaim her
from her lover, Death

her flesh still soft
yet oh so cold
three years past
her crevice cultivates mold
those waves of hips
still grasp their hold
over a mind
that can't let go

over my mind
i won't let go

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