She lies peacefully in our bed
dead to the world, unaware of
my scrutiny. Her quiescence
in that funereal repose
sends an ice-cold shiver of dread
throughout my entire body.
My mind begins to wander
through a surrealistic maze
that challenges all reality.
She’s asleep! I said to myself
unconvincingly; then hurried
to her bedside and pled out loud:
Please! Let these lips I kiss be warm.
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Your take on my poem was not my intent. Although my word usage like the idiom “dead to the world” and the phrase “funereal repose” may have been confusing but all were used to paint a mental image that was the cause of the protagonist dread.