Tomb

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Lain as unto sleeping
Jeweled eyes adorned, unblinking
Still the color in the flesh
And yet
There dwells within no breath

Warmth like those–the living
Caught immortal here unwilling
Senses keen, my sweetest child
Oh me
A spell is this–too vile

Wrenched of will and frozen
All but thought and beauty stolen
Sleepless rest, here paralyzed
Dear God
Those still unblinking eyes

Turned to tomb–your body
By some evil hand of envy
Gripped by poison; laced in dark
Denied
The beating of your heart

Staring, still unblinking
Held suspended in this thinking
He, with lips, will soon dismiss
The spell
With but one tender kiss