If you will be my candle
I will be your wick
I will burn myself in effigy
To be the flame dancing
in your eyes
Whose translucent blood colored tongues
morph to taste the sweetness
in your salts
as my wick grows thick
with your molten essence
beneath me your solid silence liquefied
on the shattered enamel alter
where you sacrifice your unborn conceptions
to the crimson pyre of flesh
in my mouth
fire consumes as it purifies
with a tongue of nine flames
I taste your tongue of flesh
are your cries ecstasy or agony
I just want to hear you dream
my name, my name, my name
In vain, in vain, in vain
The blackened twisted part of me
That burns shadows to free your screams
Slowly descends into your depths
Waiting patiently at your center
Waiting beneath the fire
Waiting for you to melt
for Jolee Davis