I roll away from his moonlight flesh
Shining in the night tide
One last kiss on his sepulcher lips
His breath tasting like library shadows
His eyelids are battened against
The darkness that lays curtained
Behind them, obsidian orbs
That weigh my soul
I press a kiss as token coin
To each nearly translucent lid
Sovereign talismans
So the boatman will stop for him
One last touch, to run my fingers
Through his curls that tumble in
A midnight cascade across my pillows
I reset the alarm clock as
I get out of bed
So that he will rise in time
To be off to the River
To catch the barge to work
It's kind of strange ,some days
I think, as I turn on the shower
Being the lover of Death
Please tell me what you think
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