#34

Behold!
Rubies!
The deep crimson hue
moments after the golden hour.
It glistens—
flowing out my neck
from the stinging kiss
longed for and granted.

Oh, how lovely it is.
I could die any moment now,
knowing I’ve felt true love.

Lumière!

I am become!!

Rubies!
Red, crimson rubies—
overflowing!

The warm kiss of both mercy and surrender.
This is what love truly is!

May the flame of hell
pale
in comparison
to my sin and suffering.

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