Fix your unwavering gaze
of black, stone eyes
over this marble framed bed
in which I lie.

Stand in stony mourning,
Shedding your tears of sand
in this endless night
of eternal, dreamless sleep.

Let us become as lovers
entranced in ritual yearning;
A kiss upon your cold lips
feels no different upon mine.

Time’s toll on you;
soft degradation, a trickling eclipse,
will make us one in dust,
our bed, this placid earth.