Sprawled out in the sun
Like a pretty little
coffin
(With dainty purple
roses
Painted on the sides),
You wait for me to dig
a hole
Six foot deep and six
foot wide,
Where we can lie
forever -
As the rest of the
world goes by.
But my fingers can't
grace
Your furnished,
well-kept surface -
Death just out of
reach,
My willing burial
denied.
I ache from trying to
touch you -
A futile attempt at an
impossible connection.
And yet somewhere in this
shade of grey,
Must lurk an answer to
my pain.
Indeed, I shan't rest
until I've stolen
All the colour from
your eyes,
Like you stole the love
from my heart.
I can't let you go
alone -
To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,
Without this Black Shade to veil you.
And I can't let you
make me cry,
Because beneath my
make-up
Is nothing, nothing at
all.
There's only one way
To drive this Shadow
from my soul -
Me and you together,
Buried, and whole.
© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012
