look here, my darling,

why can’t we be closer still?

you have become mine at last

let me live out my greatest desire

and this intimacy bind my senses

nothing exists beyond me and you

my sputtering breaths fan your face

why do you grin so rakishly as you

tenderly wipe at sheen of sweat

off my forehead and my neck?

shush, let me clutch you a little bit

tighter—my fluttering eyes can’t see

you any longer—I know you enjoy

the choked moans you wrench out

against my will— it hurts, it hurts

(weren’t you aware it would?) yet

you know I would never deny you

your last push of the sword

at least I can thank you with my

last breath about the clean pull

for I hate bloody messes