stubborn
i'll drag you out of your grave and hold you close. make you warm once more. i know there will never again pass air through your lungs, but if i press my ear to your chest, the hum of the insects could almost be a heartbeat.
i'll wrap your cold, dead arms around me and close my eyes.
the sound of rot escaping you becomes
a sigh, and i won't mind if it touches me too. buzzards circle overhead; i can't tell if they're here for you or waiting for me.
i can't say i care much. the fermentation inside you produces heat - and here, you are alive again. i can stay like this until my own flesh sloughs off the bone. until two bodies melt into one - indecipherable from each other, like i always wanted to be.
when we are consumed, it will be done together. isn't that like you never left?