Mourir

Red drops of velvet blood
on pristine virgin snow
burning through the softness
like diamonds scratching
the sidesof your face.

Jarring cold caresses
on the back of my palms
senseless against the ice
as the red trails lovingly
on brown skin.

Perfumed spoilt heavy breath
that whips the air sharply
forming bubbles of words
vanishing vanishing

I slowly slip away.