Dead My Lover

Gone I come back to walk in circles, like a cork screw a wild pig's dick. Tight lipped filled up with gas eye balls explode. Last dragon it's shriveled up tounge and dark bushy eye. Carved out of pink marble, I sit at her feet and wait for the creeping of night. While I read to her from her favorite book, about what I saw when she was alive she once said. Now dead when alive my last lover she was. Naked as the day she was born I still care, how she looks to me. In side the box time has gone by her lips are dry. She was and still is, I slip neath the lid and I hide, from the truth, why she's here.