Death's Love Letter

I desire what he does not

For he cannot see 

Your radiance

His eyes were taken long ago

And yet he claims to see

I desire what he does not

For he cannot hear

The caress in your voice

His ears were closed long ago

And yet he claims to hear

I desire what he does not

For he cannot taste

The whiskey of your soul

His tongue was burned long ago

And yet he claims to taste

I desire what he does not

For he cannot smell

The honeysuckle on your skin

His nose was pinched long ago

And yet he claims to smell

I desire what he does not 

For he cannot touch

The velvet of your skin

His hands were bound long ago

And yet he claims to feel

So come with me 

Beautiful thing

Be my Queen of the Ether

And I shall treasure you

For eternity