The Elegy of the Moss

You used to talk about how you wanted it done,
A funeral of carelessness with so much love rotting in me.
The wolves would come in the dark,
stalking the empty carcass of what you once were,
And they would ravage and rip out the meat from your
bones,
Scrambling to take the best of what you once were
I could be nothing without you.
This is why I sit here now,
At the head of a table rotten and old,
moss growing through the crack and crevices.
I drink the sweet wine of your blood,
the tender meat of your inner thigh.
I am a wolf, watching her only god compress and rot.
You are a heaven I will never live and
I must eat you whole to make sure I never forget.
I must eat you whole for you and I to survive.