by Millicat

The blood of lover’s
never was so sweet
As that which flows from thine immortal kiss.
What innocence and passion we deplete!
From sacrificial lambs we carve our bliss.

We slash through bodies and morality
Feeding that which never can be sated.
We hunger for our long lost chastity
So long ago, new at love, elated.

I offer you this rose, this girl, this boy
Plucked in perfection moments before bloom,
A Valentine of centuries lost joy,
A moment of discovery and doom.

I give what I desire: first love’s breath.
I give you all I am. I give you death..