Autopsy

What a thrill
To read your name
The one warm item left
On your cold skin…
And to feel a tingle inside
Our previous embraces..
The passionate..heady kisses
Unwrapping and unfolding clothes
Warm lips on each other’s skin
The glorious sensation
Of your hot pulse inside me..

Now this…
Cold skin
On
Cold metal casing
And
The blank gaze
From dead eyes…

The scientist in me will explore…
Why you died..
The lover in me will mourn…
Your black soul…

As my clammy ,gloved hands
Traverse your still,pale body
I remember rainy walks in the bluebell Woods
The gift of diamond earrings from a blue box
And you claiming my womanhood
As your own..

Frustration..loss..and anger ball inside of me
Growing like a kitten with yarn
My heart crumbled into little pieces…
Scattered in the wind..when you walked away

Now…alas..
You lay before me
And I wonder…
Could I feel your cold embrace?
Would something human in me die…
If I parted your stone lips
With my tongue????

Autopsy

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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