I Stole Them Nameless From Her Grave

I stole them nameless from her grave,
As greedy as my stealth could hold,
And wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her eyes as debt repaid:
Marble playthings of glass rolled.
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her fingers, that touch I craved.
Twining severed digits with my own,
I wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her lips in feathery octaves.
They parted to mine (did she know?);
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her all from passion flown
To withered heart alive with mold;
I stole them nameless from her grave
And wrote a villanelle depraved