Lili

You lay in my heart, as you lie there still
in deep earth, you sleep, our blood shared until a fiery death. Now you are gone.

Apart from you in sorrow I hold close your soul.

Your eyes mirror mine in a half vision, in a life

less than whole without you. Cherry drains from your lips, red runs down soft chin.

I nuzzle warm, cosy, against smoky cold curls

and taste the fire. I plant not one, but two kisses on chilled skin. White satin drowns you

in silken waves against, gold painted wood. You utter no sound, no laugh, no cry,

a baby Snow White whose cherry lips are stilled by fire.