My Red Heart

Have you seen my red heart? Have you felt its great pain? Have you tasted its loss? Have you seen its red mane? Though I love you dearly, I fear you have not, Truly seen what beast beats, Within this chest full of loss.

Ripe, Sweet Fruit of the Vine

I love you so dearly Ripe, sweet fruit of the vine The taste of your nectar The soft curve of your thigh Let me suckle at your nature Let me be of your kind I love you so dearly The moon of my sky Transform me forever Ripe sweet fruit of the vine