Wind Tunnel Dreams: Wire and Words
prompt: while your lips are still red

The ultimate power exchange,
life for death for life -
you are cold,
greyscale,
winter twilight,
when you come to me.
When we first kiss.
When you pull me under -
beneath you in so many ways,
I know,
my lord and master.
When you pull me under,
my vision fading to grey,
the whole word gone distant,
even the pain.
When I hover near the brink of death,
and every shallow halting breath
is crystal in my throat.
When you fill with my life,
sweet pulsing copper-tinged self,
you grow warm to my chill,
and I grow desperate
to feel that heat -
and you pull free, eyes wild -
please, I whisper,
kiss me.
while your lips are still red.

The ultimate power exchange,
life for death for life -
you are cold,
greyscale,
winter twilight,
when you come to me.
When we first kiss.
When you pull me under -
beneath you in so many ways,
I know,
my lord and master.
When you pull me under,
my vision fading to grey,
the whole word gone distant,
even the pain.
When I hover near the brink of death,
and every shallow halting breath
is crystal in my throat.
When you fill with my life,
sweet pulsing copper-tinged self,
you grow warm to my chill,
and I grow desperate
to feel that heat -
and you pull free, eyes wild -
please, I whisper,
kiss me.
while your lips are still red.