Linger that death in which you offer,
temptingly hung from your lips.
inchs from my face
mine to take if I reach.
I fear to touch you,
I know to touch you is to die,
and I would spend forever loving to die in you.
your skin to my skin.
cold to hot, warm to flesh.
the taste of iron and salt
lingers in your mouth
gently pulling on the neck.
I bare myself totally for you.
I lay down my soul at your feet.
Bend me and break me.
I reach for this death.
temptation cannot wait.
Let me die a thousand little deaths
with you watching.
Only if at the end you die with me.
