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I, Taxidermist
I, Taxidermist, luster of memories
Sought to keep my love�s heart a beat.
Delivering daily doses of freshly picked roses,
Her bedside never willowed or wept.
To hold her hand in mine, apt fingers intertwined,
Like the shapes our bodies made in bed,
She�d sleep as I held her head. As out tongues danced,
And the world beyond disappeared.
We�d kiss in the darkness; therein tragedy�s specter drew near.
One autumnal eve of the equinox,
The forest ran rampant with foreign talks.
My harvest of roses halted as I gave ear,
The garden sang of sorrow for she it held dear.
Wilting buds, and disquieted trees
raped the night of quiescence and tranquility.
Still a sound past the garden, past the trees, blossoms, and
Creeping things.
Death as told by a high-pitched ring.
A green lifeline without the strength to hop about on the monitor;
Silencing her lips forever.
That night I lost my lover, but her body still remained.
I, Taxidermist, can end my own distain.
I, Taxidermist, can end my pain.
In death I can give her things in life she�d only dreamed,
A plethora of the preserved at my finger tips,
I could affix her wings.
I, Taxidermist, skilled with the tapestry called flesh,
Could flaunt the features that her body repressed.
I, Taxidermist, seasoned in my craft;
Sought to preserve my beloved.
My own personal freeze-dried bride.
A keen attention to detail, and the intricate curvature, Feminine physique.
Taking care with diaphanous hair, not a one will break,
And a touch of blush to her cheek.
I look upon the sylph admiringly, acknowledging masturbatory opportunity.
I, Recreator.
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