Casarah Nance

Rookie - 42 Points (11-08-1981)

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.

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