Whistle to me – another poem

Whistle to my grave,

My love.

Whisper to my corpse

Such sweet deceit.

I’ll keep both ears open,

Under six muddy feet,

For the chance I’ll hear you say,

Words broke and incomplete,

You miss my body,

You miss my touch and my feeling,

You miss my all,

Such festered,



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