UnPoetia:Love Need Not Die

Love Need Not Die

The thought of her brings bitter pain;

Her stone stands mocking in the rain.

and dig until her casket's found; then pull my love out from the ground ~ excerpt from Love Need Not Die, published in Meters of Mediocrity, Vol 12 (1964) by Witless Publishing Co.

The earth beneath it, cold and still,

Holds her body to its will.

I miss her warmth, her love, her touch,

And think on her beauty, curves and such.

I madly shake my fist and grin;

I'll have her love just once again.

I throw the flowers from her grave;

Roll up my sleeves, grab the spade,

And dig until her casket's found;

Then pull my love out from the ground.

Inside she's rougher than I remember;

I do recall she was more limber,

And her body, warm and soft;

Not once did her arms come off.

I hear murmurs in the distance,

And quickly thrusting, seek to finish;

I find release, in carnal bliss;

A voice shouts, "Pervert! Please desist!"

I start to run but find I'm stuck;

And pry and pull, without much luck;

Then halt my struggle, beaten, lost;

I gave my love, but at what cost?