by candle (second look)

second look

Her face framed in black
Onyx and Auburn daggers of hair,
slicing her flesh.
Her eyes, lord her eyes,
Fathomless Dark Chasms
Flames and Fire
vile and spitting,
drawing me towards
(such what? hatred-
fire: skewers, stabbing-
pulling)
her- lips.
Full, sensual;
passionate
evil.

    i
       want  
 to
       be cut.

    make
          
   me
         bleed.