I dreamed of your sarcophagus
Chrome reflections of my undoing
Satin padded to make a pillow for your death
My tongue licks your damp face
Hot red that fades but soon
I can make it reappear again full bloom
I have licked away the make-up
The death white pallor so exact
You had painted on over soft white skin
I have kissed away the lipstick
Black as coagulated blood
And sucked on the black polished nails
Though still a corpse beneath me
I have felt your tell tale heart
And the wind of your breath on my face
While your big eyes stare up
Fixed to a spot far away
Your thighs and your belly are awake
Cushion my relentless entrances
With the soft lively skin embrace
My scrapings at your womb I invade
What death is it you celebrate
spirits cold flesh or stillness
or a rebellion that says fuck life
I am bouncing in the dialogue
Between those lively loins
And death you represent up above
I feel a rush of vibrations
Surrounding my welcome inside
That shakes me and makes me shiver
Must we whisper of dead things
When all we have is living
Thrusts thrills and sought after convulsions
Yes the death vision convention
Has brought us shared identity
It has brought my life to be beside yours
I dream you in your sarcophagus
That could only make you happy
As my lips press in the pale cold flesh
