flaming jewels

Your head is on the block, m'dear

Your head is on the block, m'dear
I'm going to chop it off
Wipe away those bloody tears,
For they'll avail you naught.

I see your eyelids flutter
Your red lips tremble, too
The love-curse that you mutter
Makes my old heart beat anew!

I've dreamt of this for years:
Savoring your secret fears,
& fingering the fine sharp blade
Our souls' sweet hatred made.

Do you see my loving leer
When I press my cheek to yours,
Mingling our warm breath & tears
As you knock on Death's cold door?

Part your hair; lay it all bare
A single sigh you heave
I'll kiss you one last time, mon cher
But there'll be no reprieve.

And I'll be gentle, I'll be quick
Ah, don't mind these tiny nicks--
I'll lick the fatal line in place
On your tangy, tender nape.

Now please, don't tease.
Stay down on your aching knees--

Don't flinch.

Don't move an inch...

jewel@gleeful.com
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