Gomez & Morticia

Beneath the moon’s devoted glow, in gardens overgrown, You prune your dying roses, and I am overthrown. *Cara mia*—the words escape like smoke I cannot hide; Each breath you do not even sigh still sets my soul on fire inside. We waltz across the cobwebs while the bats applaud above, Your fingers coil with mine in this delirious, dark love. Your calm, funereal whisper stills the chaos in my veins, While my wild, frantic adoration sings your name like hurricane refrains. When thunder shakes the mansion and the graveyard starts to sing, I raise my glass to you, my death, my life, my everything. For love is not of sunshine, nor of simpering, gentle doves— It is you and I, Morticia: our deliciously eternal love.