Cold as winter’s snow,
Fear’s gravity weighed down my eyes,
Making my sight fixed on her radiant beauty.
Serpents in her hair and a serpentine sway of her hips hissed everywhere,
And she moved with an elegant snare.
Her cold and envious green gaze, like radiant jade, struck me.
I felt like one among the garden, growing vines from my mouth agape,
A simple possession ****** upon the beat of love.
But as copper tarnishes, so does my marbled finish,
Decaying and eroding through her ages.
She uses my form as an aegis,
and I am happily a common-place decor, a vase for her discretion.
Torn into malignant pieces,
I am fed to her hunger, taken in until visceral walls collapse the fragile rock.
Medusa, a love so starving that I would eat hemlock.

Shadows dance off your porcelain
And I trace the sharp of the blade down cracks made
Hoping the right incision could spill the poison
And we can both taste your sweet ruby port.

Intoxicate me with silken lips
Touching me in lingering whispers
Wrapped in your velvet softness,
I am alive in the sharp nip of the nape
Drink me like a fountain, bask in my anima
Become one, pneuma.

Crack me like a fortune cookie
And read my fate upon your tongue
Flick my resolve into the depths of the river Styx
Let us tangle like twisted twine
And let the ropes of fate bind
***** as it ever was, to be your meal
In hunger and lust.