Sestina for My Love

Sestina for My Love

Her neck was slit and she was covered in blood.

There were no suspects, for no one had seen.

My beautiful wife, my dearest love,

Was nothing more than a cold body.

Not even the son of God

Could raise her from the dead.

It made me ponder how she lied there dead.

Covered in a shawl of dried blood,

the murderer must’ve had no thoughts of God,

when he created this horrific scene.

I climbed on top of her stagnant body,

and went to kiss my love.

Whatever was once between me and my love,

had long been gone and dead.

I recall the first time we felt the pleasure of the body,

and I could feel the warmth of her blood.

Our connected bodies were a most beautiful sight to be seen,

Blessed by Eros, the love god.

But for some reason, we were now cursed by that love god,

with a complete absence of our love.

Her naked flesh was no longer to be seen,

unless by an examiner claiming her dead.

Her skin would look so perfectly pale with the loss of flowing blood,

lying on the table as a breathless body.

My wife had denied my right to her body,

The right bestowed upon me by God.

So I spilled her blood,

To have one last time with my love.

Her body remained warm even as she was dead,

And our lovemaking was too beautiful to be seen.

Yes, it was quite the scene,

With her maimed and bruised body,

now lifeless and dead,

killed in the sight of God.

To preserve the sanctity of our love,

my sweet lamb was slaughtered for her blood.

I have never seen such a beautiful scene!

In front of God I struck her dead and

our blood-stained love had filled her body completely.