The gravid darkness of this tomb
is unknown but to me,
and will die with me.

When my bridegroom struck open my cave,
the light filled it, and scared away the doom,
save what had seeped into my body,
and into the bridal cloth
with which I dangled myself like a pendulum,
swaying between closure, pause, and eternity.

When he touched my bare skin, cheeks still blushed,
the darkness took hold of him, and his body could not bear
the grief-thickened blood now viscous in his veins.
So he let it out, and died in my dead arms.