She blows kisses like candles
killing flames while simultaneously
reigniting them
melting souls like wax figurines
dripping with love for Her
flowers blossom on Her fingertips
fire dances in Her hair
while vines of despair wrap themselves
tighter and tighter
around a fallen man
She contemplates his fate
like the taste of wine
such sophisticated ironies
both love and hate poured with equality
into Her wanting glass
fragile yet sharp when shattered
deadly if applied to the proper artery
daisies explode all over her body
as She climaxes to the idea
of how to best destroy him
She will scatter their petals
on his tombstone later
for now she will continue
to satisfy herself with his suffering
as the vines wrap themselves
around his arms and legs
twisting and contorting his body
into pretzel shaped agony
dark angel with broken wings
crown of thorns
or the rose petals at Her feet