This Scarlet Note

The trickle track of blood run down your throat
I took with sharpened stone formed like a quill
and used to scribble out this scarlet note.

You cherished me too dearly. You would dote.
And so with time I made with art and skill
the trickle track of blood run down your throat.

Your veins I learned, each little flowing mote,
and dug out each desire with a drill
before I scribbled out this scarlet note.

Whatever I may say, or may connote,
I only said, my dear sweet love, to spill
the trickle track of blood run down your throat.

I truly loved your courage. I won't gloat.
I held you as I gently made the kill
and set to scribble out this scarlet note.

You clearly read what I had clearly wrote:
you knew my heart, my mind, my purest will.
The trickle track of blood run down your throat
I used to scribble out this scarlet note.

(Photo credit: "Hallowed be Thy Name" from Anais Gomez-C on Flickr)

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