Squeeze every scrap To my swollen flesh, Consuming ease When you swallow up, the flame upon the candle Buried between your lips. What shall I throw upon you Being not the fuel to the fire, For such would be so blatant? You are my ground For a seed to be planted. Though, you raise yourself to me Begging for more To be released. My love, With eyes that sparkle like the chestnut night Of all of Autumn's radiance, upon a cooling rain Against the remnants of summer, You will drown. You will drink From the empty glass. You will soak Your eyes in greater tears Of my own. I turn your hips towards the Earth, While your womb is against the roof of Hell. I bleed your eyes While I grope bleak tresses, To fall a flag into its cemented bottom. Why not make all of Antarctica melt In the fires Of something still warmer?