Saturday, November 24, 2012

Necromantics by A.J. Huffman


We should make love in a graveyard.
We belong in the eerie spotlight of the gray marble markers,
with the wind whipping our fractured cries
into the consummate blackness of night.

We should have sex in a mausoleum.
The damp musting floors will be a fitting mattress
for our forced passions as we teach
the legions of rats the true nature of scavengers.

We should fuck in an open grave.
Its hollow darkness will welcome our filthy unfeeling
as we coldly reduce ourselves
to raging mounts of sweat and dirt.

A graveyard.
A mausoleum.
An open grave.
Nothing but mindless geographics,
irrelevant to our two dead souls
as we desperately try to flood ourselves with breath
before we drown in a never-ending stream of formaldehyde.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published four collections of poetry: The Difference Between Shadows and Stars, Carrying Yesterday, Cognitive Distortion, and . . . And Other Such Nonsense.. She has also published her work in national and international literary journals such as Avon Literary Intelligencer, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.

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