You are a garden, arching back and yawning trees

And I have come to stand outside the gates of she who loves me

And cleaving to the soul of you, my dark and mystic bride

I step into your garden now with nothing left to hide



No air, no shame, no breath, no pain

Your skin, your hips, your eyes your lips

Your back, your hands your thighs your grip



No dark, no walls, no grief, no crawl

Your sweat, your face, your mouth, your taste

Your voice, your bones, your blood will race



Your skin is pale just like your name

I watch the blood traverse your veins

Your garden is a sacred place, my bride

Your fruit is sweet to taste

Crafted in the image of an everlasting blaze

I am your groom your only one, unyielding as the grave



Your spine, it shifts and cracks in place

Your eyes, they sift across my face

Your teeth, they bare and gleam like this

The moisture tucked within your kiss

Your heart, it palpitates and spins

Your organs dance and sing within

Your ribs, they spread like ivory towers

My bride, my love, this night is ours.

Trembling now beneath my touch

Your smell your taste your heart your trust

My life my soul my heart for you

Your passion and your body too