UNEARTHED

Your voice is the familiar echo that reverberates through my veins...igniting the pulse of my intricate design, where deep inside our story hides...tattered pages, chapters, phases, center stages: your comforting phrases! For DAYS I've delayed to entertain the domain where your memory haunts, though it should have been slain when I engaged in the terrain of my newfound escapade! And when the moon is elated in Midnight's gorgeous frame, your face reinstates upon my ever racing brain...your name lingers like a flame in this room that you have claimed...and never have I been the same since that darkened June night came...on my conscience you have lain, in my dreams you boldly play...Nothing I do, nothing I say will cause this to change. I can still feel your tongue like Spring rain on my petals, provoking a shower where our climax has led us...your lips danced with mine in a Waltz so divine; not a single missed beat in our tempo of time. Your sweat glistened like dew upon fresh blades of grass, your breath: like the wind of the Summer Night's past. Your laughter still tickles deep down in my stomach where you penetrated my body and I certainly loved it. Your smile is the tombstone upon the grave of our memory, truth rests in the bones of our blissful identity...I can not pretend to mourn over what is not dead! I excavate the tomb where for months my heart bled! In my head you're ALIVE! Decay has spared you again! You are built to survive! Let nostalgia begin! Is it lust? Is it sin? Are we more than just friends? Yes, I love you! But I also love HIM! It won't end! It won't stop! Remove the dirt off the top! I'll dig deep with my shovel, though I'm asking for trouble! A double life I will lead if I unearth your face...so I've no choice but to weep and leave wilting roses on your grave...

-Kelly M. Gregory-???