Cold.
Eyes dark and onyx, I
am in love with the gemstone simply
because I like the way it
stares back at me, reminding me
of you.

Shivering, quivering as
your (ice) hands run down my
neck and your (frigid) kisses leave me
burning.

You are my
live snow angel-
dyed red with my sin,
and all the poison I’ve
bled out through my
wrists.