Necrophilia

He lay there so pale and ashen and still  
creepy and capsular my pine box baby  
within him a hollow where his heart had been  
a noisome nocturia he came to me in a dream  
the ripened romance was pungent perfection  
the nectarous putrescence a smothered confection  
anaerobic in its backlogged biophysical dissection  
the aftereffect of which was discordant distention  
I toasted his fermentation with somnambulent accord  
and sipped a vintage concoction of unspoken words  
my lips parted unable to speak as I imbibed  
his essence like a prophylaxis noetic and starry-eyed  
my necromantic notion was a neogenetic play  
to awaken his longings that had faded with day  
into an endless night so olfactory in its fray  
my mind went to his neencephalic decay  
like nematode crawling in a nauseant play  
devouring this delicacy in a crepuscular way  
the glutinous grotesquery left me hungry for air  
my knight-errant incantations fell into despair  
to a cruciform creation that carried no cares
this navicular creature in such helminthic flare  
I couldn't bear to say goodbye to his mephitic stare  
his namesake my thoughts that I couldn't repair  
I needed to abandon this obstreperous plunge  
into ill-use that left my remorseful ways expunged  
a transmigrated cannibal of nefarious nebulosity  
was all that I feigned in decrepit reciprocity  
a catastasitic caveat to caliginous corroboration  
was gelatinous and gentrified by my hallucination  
a geniture of reveries to crush my cathartic calvarium  
a lack of oxygen to suffocate my despondent delirium  
holding my breath I abandoned the dirgent descent  
emerging only to sink into maddened discontent  
a discernable disillusionment was so pertinent a care  
deracinated unto heavens unearthly despair  
I clawed my way up through the soil so bare  
waking only to find a lock of his hair...