Lace my waist
Until I can no longer breathe
My sweet darling
Your fevered skin burns
As sweet as the most sickly candy
And I hold my bones
And you softly, gently,
Kill me a little more
Each time that your opium blue lips
Graze my porcelain skin
And you stop breathing
Just for a while
And the snow drips in my throat
Even then,
I feel nothing.
Your narcotic dove, a hand on her neck
And her soul remains
Empty