Above the hidden stairs

Dusting off her host
Feathering his frozen face
Tears turn to ice, evaporate
Emotions feign desire
Disguise her lust and hate
In his solitary confinement
With a polite refinement
His motionless silence welcomes her advance
A spiral romance
Above the hidden stairs
In the secret attic
Rests the heir
Until the end of eternity
As he sips from her cup
Filled with a very black tea