I love your cold fingers
As they run through my hair,
Sending a chill down my spine.
I love your eyes, fixed in place
As they stare into mine,
Though I know they see nothing.
I love your pungent scent
As it suffuses our air;
I cough, it's too much to bear.
I love the sour taste
As my lips press against you,
A port for my tongue to pass through.
I love the stillness of your chest
As I lay my head to rest,
Listening to a hollow silence.
You've stiffened to me over time,
But the romance endures;
Who but I could appreciate you?
My love for you gives me life,
Though I already stole yours;
I suppose we're both spoiled.