A stone skipping
lightly on waves
Their glint blinding.
Aspired to distance
Sinking to shallows
It’s been dark for a long time now
The leaves falling to the ground wake me
The earth seems not so cold
Tree roots tendril fingers slow caress
And cage my still heart
Loam in my mouth
Tastes of your soft breath.
A distant susurrus swells my broken chest,
Senses heat and keen to the flood of your warm blush.
Almost, almost enough
To embrace the earth’s long dream,
Yet I yearn my empty eyes to see!
And slowly claw from darkness to the light,
To bring home, my love my cold, cold love to you.
Can’t say I’m a fan of the zombie love genre, as you may know if you’ve read my review here – Five Books You Must Read After You Die, however when written to terrify rather than titillate, the effect is hopefully quite chilling.