My Dark Valentine
Dark, my heart, that makes chocolate jealous
And I so sweet, sugar refuses to melt.
Red, my blood, that makes cut roses cuss,
And I pierce my skin a welcomed welt.
My Valentine lovestruck kissing me like a queen,
And I prepare this love affair with tendrils unseen.
I take his taste upon my tongue, wear him like cologne,
Feed him his own vitriol to make him know he's owned.