I am
Salt on your wounds –
The sacred opiate
To your mortal tomb.
Linger on my kisses,
The ebony wedlock
Of your ethereal wishes.
~*~
I am
Salt on your wounds –
Poisoned goblet,
Watchful shadow enthused.
Linger on my kisses,
The ecstatic union of death
Devouring fears from night
‘Till the rise of day.
~*~
I am
Salt on your wounds –
The Darkness of your soul
Tearing down the prison of the world.
Linger on my kisses.
Taste the sap of my holy vileness,
Your rightful lover virgined in
Sin and satin.
~*~
I am
Salt in your wounds –
The forbidden fruit,
The gatekeeper and key
Of darksome tide love
And nighttime liberty.
Linger on my kisses,
Wintry lips whispering
Over casket wombs
Of eerie spring,
Of olden alchemy.
~*~
I am
And you are mine.
