Poem: My Skull (Love)

When I die
I would like you to have
my dry cracked skull of chalky white
resting on your bedstand.
That every time you see
that bone
you think of the corpse
that loved you.
The empty sockets
which were my eyes
gazed into yours with pleasure.
The hollow skull
once filled with fire
of love for you
now dead.
The frozen grimace
once held lips
which burned
to kiss
your flesh.
And empty nose
which may still hold
mere atoms of your scent.
And though my head
in all it's life
did never get the chance,
to be with yours
through every night
it was it's only wish.
So take my skull
now dry and dead
and place it on your bedstand.
For you are who it lived to love
in death
let it remain there.