I found him there,
His beauty so breathe taking,
He even took it from himself.
And so I decided to give it back to him.

His skin so fair,
To fair, for this world.
And how flawless it was, even in death.
His cold, dark stare still spoke,
though motionless.
His body, contraposition:
Artwork in its own right.

…so beautiful…

His lips,
Parted still from his last breath escaping him,
Opened invitingly to receive my gift,
As I let my damp and quivering warmth
cover his frozen perfection.

Slowly,
At first,
only my exhalation touched his white lips,
Then, in a rush,
My lips felt his coldness;
Death’s stiffness;
Until my warmth became his own.

My bitten lip seeping the sweetest of red wines;
A succulent taste, fitting for the occasion,
Dripping gracefully onto his pale form,
Giving more beauty and contrast
to his monochromatic appearance.

His white lips plumped to red roses,
His chest budding with the rising full moon,
Following the rhythmic pulse of life.
The wine spread visibly to every vein,
As he became an angel in his own sense,
His eyes changing to a darker possessiveness:

Animalistic.
Passionate.
Desire for more…
So he took in more from me.

…Demanding, for a Renew-born,
yet expected, and wanted, from me.

And now I see,
His beauty’s true essence
Could only be released
After it had conquered death,
And can now show
its glory among the shadows.


 
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