AND LET US MAKE HASTE
with what little time we have
she says, she says with smiles
one of charm and seductive
deception.
He believes her façade;
wicked grace, favors her form
above all else even though
he may die a virgin in her arms
perfectly.
Perfectly getting it on,
baskets of wine and vials of blood
cold pizza from the fridge
and kisses on each other's wrists
she's the one
for him, for all the pain God
has given unto him, she tends to him
and sparks eternal love,
favor this broken form he calls to her
take my life.
