I took my girl out after dark,
Where graveyard iron gnaws the park.
The moon was pale, the soil awake,
The crows came by for manners’ sake.
The dead sat up to tip their hats,
Polite as clerks or churchyrad cats.
We danced between the broken stones,
While worms applauded from their homes.
We drank red wine from chipped-out skulls,
Discussed the weather, death, and gulls.
A femur loaned, a kneecap traded,
Good manners strictly observed and dated.
She laughed and said the night was young,
The bells still mute, the hymns unsung.
She led me down where echoes brood,
Past saints with mouths of chewed-up wood.
She tied my hands with chapel thread,
Quoted psallms the living never read.
She cut my throat, precise and old,
The devil, she said, likes gifts in gold.
The floor drank deep. The candles purred.
I died, as promised, like a word.
She hauled me home before the dawn,
Set roses where my blood had gone.
At home she kissed my cooling face,
Set roses in an old vase.
I rose again, a cleaner frame,
All grin and bone and much the same.
We walk now, dead and doing fine,
My hand in hers, her teeth in mine.
For love outlasts what flesh can keep,
It laughs, it clacks, it does not sleep.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
I took my girl out after dark,
Where graveyard iron gnaws the park.
The moon was pale, the soil awake,
The crows came by for manners’ sake.
The dead sat up to tip their hats,
Polite as clerks or churchyrad cats.
We danced between the broken stones,
While worms applauded from their homes.
We drank red wine from chipped-out skulls,
Discussed the weather, death, and gulls.
A femur loaned, a kneecap traded,
Good manners strictly observed and dated.
She laughed and said the night was young,
The bells still mute, the hymns unsung.
She led me down where echoes brood,
Past saints with mouths of chewed-up wood.
She tied my hands with chapel thread,
Quoted psallms the living never read.
She cut my throat, precise and old,
The devil, she said, likes gifts in gold.
The floor drank deep. The candles purred.
I died, as promised, like a word.
She hauled me home before the dawn,
Set roses where my blood had gone.
At home she kissed my cooling face,
Set roses in an old vase.
I rose again, a cleaner frame,
All grin and bone and much the same.
We walk now, dead and doing fine,
My hand in hers, her teeth in mine.
For love outlasts what flesh can keep,
It laughs, it clacks, it does not sleep.
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