Love For The Dead Poem by Cassandra Hooper

He takes off his mask
He bows his head
He looks to his right
At the corpse in his bed
His sweetheart has no pulse
But that's alright
As long as her blood
Is colder than the night
And the space between her legs
Would favor a heater instead
That's just the way he likes it
He prefers his women dead
Just a little shiver
Just a glossy glare
Just a haunting smile
Just a vacant stare
Blood gone stagnant
Preservation is sempiternal
Heart in a cage
Love is Eternal