necromance

[resurrecting]

smiled as you slept close,
close like the sun
across my back
the day we
laid out on the sand
and taught your niece
to fly kites
and you kissed me
slow
and your lips
didn't taste
like someone else
back then.
should've left those
skeletons in your
closet
but somehow I
I had accidentally
learned how to
raise the dead.
you toss
in your sleep
incanting names
and places as if
they could
lay to rest
the ghosts
and the living
that haunt you.
i kiss your neck
and hold you soft
as if
none of it matters
as if
you are still mine.