He dresses her under the moonlight,
Streetlamps flicker past midnight.
A touch so cold, too hard to miss,
A face so pale—a mourning kiss.
Breath that lingers like warm air,
Silky, brazen—a frozen pair.
Bathed in napalm, preserved in time,
Loving her is a forbidden crime.
Candles drip like forgotten vows,
Each drop sighs beneath bridal brows.
She sleeps in lace, her body bare,
Entombed forever in her husband's care.