You are a garden, arching back and yawning trees And I have come to stand outside the gates of she who loves me And cleaving to the soul of you, my dark and mystic bride I step into your garden now with nothing left to hide
No air, no shame, no breath, no pain Your skin, your hips, your eyes your lips Your back, your hands your thighs your grip
No dark, no walls, no grief, no crawl Your sweat, your face, your mouth, your taste Your voice, your bones, your blood will race
Your skin is pale just like your name I watch the blood traverse your veins Your garden is a sacred place, my bride Your fruit is sweet to taste Crafted in the image of an everlasting blaze I am your groom your only one, unyielding as the grave
Your spine, it shifts and cracks in place Your eyes, they sift across my face Your teeth, they bare and gleam like this The moisture tucked within your kiss Your heart, it palpitates and spins Your organs dance and sing within Your ribs, they spread like ivory towers My bride, my love, this night is ours. Trembling now beneath my touch Your smell your taste your heart your trust My life my soul my heart for you Your passion and your body too