Your hands, so soft, entice me.
They hold me firmly in place,
While I struggle in ecstasy.
In death I saw only your face.

The bed was warm with our heat,
Your love was the ice that coated my finger tips.
So close I could touch it if only I moved my feet.
My heart caresses your blade as it ripped.

In your shadow I lay peacefully,
Surrounded by my red.
I never liked the color red. Not really.
But you looked so happy as I bled.

As the sun rose and monsters lay to sleep,
You leave without my kiss to your cheek.
“I love you”, I whisper.
My heart in your pocket forever to keep.