Crimson lovers sharing their blood,
Slitting there wrists as one,
My crimson lover takes the razor first,
Puncturing her skin,
Her eyes fill with satisfaction......cutting...... such an addictive drug,
She stares into my eyes, Places the razor in my palm,
I look at the blade, and watch my crimson lovers blood fill my hand,
so beautiful, I love it,
I put the blade upon my arm, I spell the name that love commands,
Blood drips from the name distorting the words into pure unfiltered love. Your name upon my body, and mine upon yours,
Love doesn't last forever, It lingers in your words.
Very strong and emotional poem.. Amazing work.. A beautious poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great poem from my friend, Crimson Love...keep it up!