Joey Cloudy online

Wick

for j. d.

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 xtc 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.