The beloved came where event entered my body.
I gargled sweat I collected on the battlefield and suffocated her spy like a guppy in dead water. I washed her body before the wake of our parts took what was left of us to the majority. Afterwards I loudly sped across cells in the human train to site-see the depths of a sleeping land. I couldn't refuse. I fell into the exit with her constrained heart. The grave collapsing atop us she made herself my inheritance.
There is a love that requires a lover and for accepting her love we are sealed and branded. We are woven and tagged. I live with decay when her death feeds me or when I am the flower pattern in her dress. We've left no one else to bury the dead. But I no longer wait for the lover who is always arriving. Unawaken we meet and there is no longer depravity in our bones and tissues.
