Rapture

May I come to your garden my mistress in white? To taste of your nectar sweet. So thorned are your vines each prick brings me closer and closer to eternal rest. I yearn for the fruit you bear. Its golden leaves and flesh of paradise. My head spins and colors dull and darken. I feel like Alice tripping down the rabbit hole except its different this time. There is no mystery or fantasy just... it just is. As you hold me in your frigid arms I feel numb, but safe and warm. Draw me unto yourself and swallow me whole. I welcome your rapture.