Sugar yourself please

Sugar yourself please
or yet
offer me the perfume of your tea.
As the red of her blood spilled on the leaves
I drank, grave and serious
the sugared perfume of the child.

After the burial
my dizzy heart
lay
side by side on her tombstone.

Unlike the child it knows no death
but yet
collapses
tired of such red a cruelty
as sugared as her blood.