What is corporeal love, after all? Love of a corpse. Spiritual love is conspiracy. Dinner plates, nail clippings, your damp hair on my pillow — all soon discarded.
Our love was whispers and eye-gazing. The breath of words poisoned these lips.
Nothing is real but this kiss. Dream of me, sweet.
3 Things About This Micro-Fiction
- Both romantic and creepy. Hair and nail clippings.
- Moral: A totally non-physical love is ultimately nihilistic.
- Totally unrelated, don’t you think Romeo and Juliette would make a great zombie adaptation?