Resurrection

Everything that escapes her lips
He recites, like a mantra - desperate to claim each word
as his own, lest they fall to the ground and taint.

Her eyes have faded to dull gray with too many washings
though he still pictures them as a feline Persian blue. Once, they seemed to pierce him
directly through the soul. He was sure, in that moment-
like he hadn't been before, or since-
that he was in full possession of the elusive beast.

The maddening sound of rain beats against the sepulcher walls
a disconsolate drummer tapping out rhythms to which the lovers
enfold and unfold and dance their private tango.

When morning comes,
only he remains entombed --
her filthy little secret
undying.


(Inspired by characters.. told you I roleplay too much)