Sifting past worms
Stroke her cold skin
A staring lifeless gaze
through slits sewn chut
ripping off her burial dress
Nipples decayed and stiff
a body pure and willing
Without a word from her lips
Our coffin is sacred
aged with cum and soil
A love that can't be severed
because a corpse is forever
Her dried flesh resists
As my erection slips through
I swear she is smiling
With a face so pale and blue
I keep her in the basement
so were never disturbed
My funeral lover
Chemically preserved