A Murdered Wife

I want to feel her cool skin at my side.
The decaying flesh which touches my heart so deeply.
Deeper than she ever did when we made love,
when her skin was like sun-warm honey.

Her eyes still wide in horror,
the purple-blue bruises still visible on her neck.
Her mouth opened in a silent everlasting scream,
my skin still under her fingernails from the struggle.

I cherish every part of you,
I remember every kiss.
The coolness of your love,
the desire that springs free.

A woman who keeps her tongue keeps a man.
At least that is how it is now.
You cannot scream at me and that's how I like it.
You're just like what I pictured in my darkest dreams.

Now I can take you how I please.
Now I can lay with you without rebuff.
Now I can make you move to my heart's desire.
Now I can love you.