Loves Bestial Kill

Wasting away an orphan
I anticipate adoption
into your longing arms

No hurry if deaths
thrust arrives
before you

Worth the suffering
it had been, compared
to those whom have
died with no chance
to taste love's
bestial kill

Your heart will grief
in sorrow; a mistress
of your heart is
all that I have been

What good will love
do me if it kills me?

Come soon to hold me
tight and take me
into your arms

Dont let me die without
your deathly kiss, its
aftertaste will not
be there to warm me.
 

By. Vanessa Ramos