I died last night.
I’m watching now.
Me, lying on crisp white sheets that billow with the breeze from the open window as the rain drips and puddles on the wooden floor.
The marks still visible to see. Two blood red streaks on my neck.
You hold my hand tight as if will I fall, lost forever in eternal space.
The smile I see across those ruby red oblivion lips brings goosebumps, then pleasure. Reaching across my middle finger brushes away your jet black tresses, before resting softly on those lips.
They are mine now until the end of time
