I stand in pieces of me.
Beyond schemes and analysis,
I create this beautiful symmetry.
I step into a merry freefall.
Making a crystal rack for me to lie on.
Digging my grave with a porcelain shovel,
wrapping me in eiderdown.
Pouring this spoonful of love down my parched throat.
Tunneling into me and creating a black hole.
Kilns of hotness from ur molten bones.
Dried with a vengeance, made a plaster whore.
Pouring a spoonful of love down my parched throat.
Seeing me crack and melt around my toes.