La Petite Mort

Lovers curl as tender vines
In each others arms time after time
Their love a flower,
Ever-blooming, united in the climb
Rising always closer to the warmth
To the sun of their love
Their Icarus heart cracks open
Its silken walls strain under passion's fire
And honeyed life flows in unison
As they entwine
Each a rivulet closer to death
For to truly love
You would gladly die
A little death
Each night in your beloved's arms

Why does this remind me of "Bride of Chucky"?