I gaze upon the
Crimson thread, this
Liquid silk that was
My love’s final gift.
A while back I stared
At its lustrous gleam,
My captor, my savior,
My refuge.
Moments on I feel
My hero’s fearful touch-
Each caress’ loving agony
Whets my appetite
For peace, for solitude,
For heaven that awaits…
A steady kiss through
My neck, and we bid goodbye.
