These Are Moments That I Treasure

in this dark and deadly hour
comes to me my dear devour
speaking words in foreign tongue
triumphant: knowing I belong
to her - of whom I crave and yearn
on this pyre I shall burn

longing lust in endless halls
fangs of love on breathing walls
tears of blood on carpets fall
in her face sweet agony
smiling as she touches me

bodies twist in pain and pleasure
ecstasy too wild to measure
these are moments that I treasure

knowing this will surely fade
the threat of death into the shade
what then is left for me to fear
but endless scores of wasted years

(R. Strunch)