You are a garden, arching back and yawning treesnAnd I have come to stand outside the gates of she who loves menAnd cleaving to the soul of you, my dark and mystic bridenI step into your garden now with nothing left to hiden nNo air, no shame, no breath, no painnYour skin, your hips, your eyes your lipsnYour back, your hands your thighs your gripn nNo dark, no walls, no grief, no crawlnYour sweat, your face, your mouth, your tastenYour voice, your bones, your blood will racen nYour skin is pale just like your namenI watch the blood traverse your veinsnYour garden is a sacred place, my bridenYour fruit is sweet to tastenCrafted in the image of an everlasting blazenI am your groom your only one, unyielding as the graven nYour spine, it shifts and cracks in placenYour eyes, they sift across my facenYour teeth, they bare and gleam like thisnThe moisture tucked within your kissnYour heart, it palpitates and spinsnYour organs dance and sing withinnYour ribs, they spread like ivory towersnMy bride, my love, this night is ours.nTrembling now beneath my touchnYour smell your taste your heart your trustnMy life my soul my heart for younYour passion and your body too