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.