my soft kisses left you bleeding
unprepared for my crimson love
daggers of my admiration dug deep into your craving flesh
penetrating pallid reminiscence of your heart

you beam under my caress, fairy lights growing under your skin
vermilion butterflies and ruby wisps
you drink own blood from the cupped hands
taking in the sweet horrors of my tender affection

my bride, my dream, my pale hellebore
treacly and tearful; salty lake of fading mortality
my touch left you as white as the snow
with your feathers – scattered among the frost-covered linen