Graveyard Kiss
While you are rotting underneath the earth,
Consumed by worms and maggots,
Utterly dead,
I lie alive and cosy in my bed.
But I have not forgotten you,
I still go down to the cemetery.
For what it's worth
I would not miss
Your graveyard kiss.
Dear Love, I've not forgotten you!
Your bony fingers bring me bliss.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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