I miss the glory of
your golden showers
putting out the fires on my head.
I miss your witching hour
I miss you loving me like death...
I miss your dread!
You used to mourn
so beautifully
that I'd think I was dead
but, the black roses you sent,
I always held till I bled.

But,
The dead don't bleed

the soul's light dims
and my baby smiles so grim
I know
black roses bloom for two
above my earthen room
We're in love
and entombed

It must have
shaken
the walls of heaven
when our good words were spent,
'cause something came
tumbling down
with remorse
And, I repented,
begging for mercy
from all of your I love you's
again
...but,
I miss your sweet death
I miss your dread!

the soul's light dims
and my my baby smiles so grim
I know
black roses bloom for two
above my earthen room
We're in love
and entombed

My beautiful woman,
with your supple breasts
...my jewel of ill omen,
wearing
a black wedding dress,
you have to love me
in life baby!
You can't just love
my death
I miss your afterlife,
lover
...I miss your dread.
© Michael Paul Reed