Intimacy

 Your blade traces along my skin,
metal parting flesh,
and starting a crimson tide.

Everything that I am
is contained within this red,
restrained within these veins.

My pale exterior is tainted,
my inner self revealed
by no longer concealed vibrancy.

You crave the beauty in this morbidity,
violently forged
and so silently kept.

You devour my crimson
and as you appreciate every drop,
I smile and my heart stops.