After they embalmed you
put ice cubes in your veins
and turned your skin to marble
and your eyes to stones
After they embalmed you
you sat there like a king
and you said come
so I came
and sat beside you
quiet, sad, unafraid.
And you said, kiss me
and I did
your cold cold lips
and your fingers like ice
And I wondered why
you still wanted this
after they embalmed you
after you were dead.
And I shivered
in your embrace
because your hands were
lips were
feet were
heart was
cold.
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