The DeFlowering of the Heart

The Deflowering of the Heart

Tomorrow night I drempt of you
In your cherub flavored
Princess room of ethereal odor
The corpse of your life
Laying on the vanilla satin sheets
Stained with rich, cherry blood
That oozes from your pores
Soaking...
Seeping...
Through the fabric of your inocence
With granite doors opening
To lend a sliver of midnight
To your pale flower face
A shiver coarses through
Your tender flesh
With goosebumps peaking in
expectancy
As a silver blade
Trickles over your budding breasts
Melting tears of perspiration
In your milky eyes
Trickles...
Drips...
Melts...
Through your skin
And plunges deep within
The empty cavity of your heart
Spilling the tears from your veins
And your screams echoing
Convulsing...
through the granite doors
Quivering...
through your sanity
In the climax of the soul.