Zombie Lover (Poem)

Shifting wind scrapes skin. The heart of a wounded worrier is set free again. Lips so red, my zombie lover’s kiss is wet, with the blood of dead. I reach out to know you and am devoured. Control is indeed a thing of doubt but the screaming shared is true in our lover’s tower. Zombie lover, you are my apocalypse of the heart. You are the ever-changing dark lust of remembrance. So powerful is my need for you, I can never forget. Shifting wind scrapes skin again and it’s as if I can feel you in my head. A thousand wicked words will filter from our bed. So consumed, I willingly offer you my rose of love, taken from the graves of the dead.