Cursed

Holding you under the crescent moon
As we stand on the limestone balcony
I pass my hand through thy hair
And wonder if my touch
Is as cold as the dead

You gaze upon my eyes
And bestow a kind smile
You rest thy head upon my chest
Is if it was a warm pillow

I caress my palm across thy soft cheek
Slow and gentle
When I feel your body shiver

Was it because of my hand?
As I moved it carefully away
You took a gentle hold of it
And softly placed it back on your cheek

Through your hand, I felt your heart beat
It pulse ever so calmly
As if you feared nothing
Not even me.
Your heart beat louder
Through you hand calling out to me

I hold you closer and closer
I move my mouth toward your lips
And down on you bare neck
My mouth waters

I bit my lips to gain focus
As onyx blood slowly trickle down
The side of my lip

You then fall into my chest
Sobbing as you whisper to me
"Why, why can not I join with you?"
"Why can I not share you suffering"?

I look upon you
Not with angry eyes and whisper back
"It is a curse I do not wish for you to bare"