Poem – Love in the Catacombs

Slip off your gloves and join me

Discard your dry lament

Dance in the damp womb of the earth

Whence all the dead are sent


Let us laugh and frolic

Yell at the tittering in the dark

I’ll douse the candle and explore you

Then let your swift palm hit its mark


Giggles echo down the corridors

Smiles broad as all the skulls

We’ll cajole forgotten ancestors

With cooing lover’s calls


Then surrender yourself to me

Sweet kisses in the tomb

When we hear a clatter then we’ll flee

From some imagined doom

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