The Man with Antlers

In the light of a Red Moon
Perchance
I found you in a gloomy forest, astray.
Antlers grew out of your head
and pierced my chest as I approached you
You wreck my bones and twist my flesh
You're my crucifier
Lucifer that ensnares me
Lucifer that wants my blood
And thus, I bleed.
Your love is the crucifix
that I am nailed to
I cannot breathe
I don't want to breathe
You asphyxiate me.
Lick, inhale, drink the passion
that seeps from bloody antlers.

In the dead of night I feel serene
Your chest, an ocean of pumping veins
pounding against my head, gently cradles me to sleep
You are like the hollow of an oak during winter -
When everything freezes over
You are the refuge,
the place to be,
the place to lay my tired heart to rest.

Sensitive as Death by Mala Lesbia on deviantArt