Sense.

In the negative space

Between slender frames

Transient, sedative grace

Oozing clean,

Sheets with stains

Filled with steam,

A lovely pain

To breathe you in,

Delight to dream

Of present sins to rain,

The lusty crimson face,

A lip bitten,

A dripping brain

Behind the veil,

Skin thin and pale

Like tender lace.