Beautiful spires

My tongue navigates the ridges of my teeth, 

Sending memories and messages,

Of castle walls with beautiful spires, 

Adorned with pieces of you impaled,

Collected with loving care. 

I feel the skin that was taken,

Held high in the summer heat,

A sunset trophy with sunrise warning,

Decaying with beauty. 

Every cell is alive with your touch,

Alive in your death,

Slow and painful,

Incisors digging into your lips,

Bitten by castle walls,

Strewing blood and love across enamel landscapes.