Next you will give to the wielder
Droplets atop your skin, in the white
Of it, to be drunken from,
Like those of crystalline form
To rain from the tankard, of the honeyed drink.
Plead to me,
All you’ve ever wanted,
And I’ll lay it out for you,
Atop the thorns of your heart,
Atop the curves
White as the snow that melt from the roofs
Of the farmlands,
In the dales.
Wish upon me, now when love is within reach
That you’ll accept the heart that shall now leech
The offering of blood,
Used as the ink to write your name
In a long line,
Upon it, the ruby orb.
We drip in the mirth, and are in the birth,
Of a new togetherness.