She draws into me, walls and all.
There’s no way to fully embrace the cold beauty. She’s guarded—protected. I keep her safe, and eventually the armor cracks.
I stroke the alabaster skin, gentle as a feather.
First her arm, then the side of her neck.
Her whole body gets my dark kisses.
I find my way into her gently, two become one.
My life meets her death as I consume all the ancient hurts, until all that remains is her ivory bones, and yet still I consume,
until she is the dirt in her own grave.
