[center][b][u]In The Bed Of Blades And Love[/u][/b]

Wine trickles from my dripping blade
sheathed within your beating crimson

Drums pound upon a snow-white field,
our body’s entangled in silk-twined war

Ruffled sheets stained, scorched
with liquid fire forged deep;
interwoven hearts
locked, by blades

Primal rivers course eternal,
I am but a savage flurry
destined by divine
chains

bound by bitter planes linked

to conflict
to hate

Wading amongst whirlwinds,
knives baring aimless fangs
that cut and scar
your petals

But, Cytherea you still twirl
through my storm to take

my hardened hands;
lead me

to bathe in bliss-soaked
ecstasy, entangled

strung up by your
unconditional caress

We are lost,
engulfed by the everlasting flames
I am cursed

We are lost,
traversing enchanted woods
painted by your passion

Sensuous charms of 
temptress gaze,
longing touches
promise

forever embrace
to the rapturous clutches
of,

your bed
our bed

Coils undone, this welcome and
familiar war breaks

And I do not know why
I leave, but I do

Warmth forsaken

Cold mattress stained
with your tears
left

in pain littered background
as I go

To seek answers
over a horizon of false
misplaced dreams

The only dream I need
is that which I left behind

Perhaps, one day
your flowers will bloom
undying

upon this lonely sword.
[/center]