Forward he leaned gazing to her eyes,
her pale hand he drew to lips,
Shivers leaking her gaze,
she surrendered,
His red lips opening,
hypnotic love whispers
along her hand

Biting

into sweet flesh,
bleed he breathed,
bleed unto my call,
and she oozed crimson flow,
Lowing her pale hand
upon his candled table,
quill in hand he drove its tip into her wound

he wrote to parchment,

My dearest blooded sweetness,
You are my wine,
Pausing, meeting her gaze,
Venturing forth quill dipped crimson flow,

he wrote,

Cold shivered skies, ice moon,
immortal loneliness darkest mind,
my delicious rose white,
I darkest of thorns,
entwined wines


~ Evermore mine ~


© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014