It begins in your lips, the first bud of color in your midnight pale skin. A shade that deepens as I watch. I can hear the slushy crackle in your veins, the ice breaking, yielding to the thaw of spring. It is my blood that warms you, raising you from the dark depths of the earth to the light of mother moon. I know the moment you break the surface in the single bomb blast beat of your heart.  Your eyes open, brighter than the stars above. You bloom for me, my alluring Belladonna, poisonous as you are beautiful.