Crimson kisses of the softest roses
Line my casket’s silent wall.
Remembering times of earlier breaths
That embraced us before my fall.
Romance, oh, how we lingered
In each moist kiss…sweet revenge.
Purging our souls into love’s Armageddon
Our hearts writhing from passion, singed.
Life before death, that sweet tender sigh-
That brief tear, melted chocolates, broken hearts…
Shivering all over from passion’s heated touch,
Chilled wine convincing pain was poor art.
Escape to fantasy with me as I journey
Through my brief measure on this old Earth.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, we’ll hold up Father Time
And demand there to be no death after birth.
Taste this sweet memory, my love
And sleep with the warmth of my distant embrace.
Remember my sexy underwear and laughter
When you would kiss me slightly on the face.
Crimson kisses of the softest roses
Still leave their faint fragrance all around.
I’m sorry God asked me to leave you…
But my love, I’m still around.
