supine

in your arms you carried me home as your dead lovers corpse my perfumed tresses let down fine filaments dragging on the ground almost we walked this walk this way many times always in dead of night mobile living dead installation art in motion. Your face you would hold expressionless my body I made limp. in your loving arms. Feign this way we would.
Your lover has died you carried her home blue velvet dress catching moonbeams light sash tied at back dragging in the dirt.
Home with me in your arms you would undress me bathe my body lovingly then carry me to your bed gaze upon me as was your love ritual and bed me, breathe me back to life. Until we took our lovers walk again.
©J.C.