A trio of zombie love poems for you today. How lucky am I? We have Kristina Wright, Kiki Howell and Willsin Rowe. So grab a tasty beverage and peruse some words of zombie love and longing...I'm so excited I could just die. But...ya know, make sure I stay down...
Lay Your Bleeding Head, My Love
By Willsin Rowe
Lay your bleeding head, my love,
Human on my skinless arm;
Time and undeath burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the braaain ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of skull
Let the living creature squirm,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely edible.
Hungering for You
By Kristina Wright
The light in your eyes, love
is bright with your need
But my desire is stronger
and a zombie must feed
The wind in the willow
the corpse in the tree
The brain in your hand
that you feed to me
But it's not enough, love
this much I confess
My hunger is growing
And you're an edible mess
Ode to My Dead Love Walking
By Kiki Howell
My husband, once cherished,
I lived, I loved, only because you were alive.
But now, You walk, though you have perished
And I, well I, merely try to survive.
Memories flood my mind
Of us alive, skin against skin.
Then my flesh trembles, because your death I relive
To the mournful, bitter truth, I must become resigned.
So now, I do alone, gulp your last bottle of harsh gin.
And yet, in disbelief, with anger, I refuse to accept or forgive.
But Bitten and buried,
I thought you knew,
The definition of Death isn’t varied.
Murder is a sin, it’s always been true.
To rise, to stalk,
When dead is wrong
To hunger, to feed,
Like you’re no more than a scavenging hawk
To torture, to kill, all day and all night long
Though I watch, safely hidden from you, inside I still bleed.
Though a faint spark of life guides you,
You retain none of your humanity.
I still dream of a love that’s true
As your bloody, mangled body limps toward me,
Sad truth creates a personal hell.
One of the f*@king walking dead
Is the man I once made love to.
Impossible decision, my heart does swell.
I die inside, beyond filled with dread,
As I cock my gun, and your flesh my bullet rips through.