Upon the dancing elements, Fire will melt our flesh, Singe our bellies, Scorch our minds, Reuse our desires, Make us believe in a paradise That lives only in our heads. We have hearts as wide as the sea, Though, with thoughts only as barren as the desert, As ideals that do not speak even a drop of truth. We are the paradox Of something divided between a ruptured heart, Moving in our stillness, Living in our illness, Feasting on other's flesh As greedily as we thirst for the knowledge As our ignorant selves. __________________________________________________________________________ Without thee, a love I have designed to remain true, I have come as the serpent to tackle the whale, The next deceiver, as the world's healer, For I am the coiling shape about the world's blue, Another firmness for the world's sternness. Leave me, without the love Only to cool your hands on the fires That come forth from your candlelit eyes, That come forth, for you know the truth That I have denied. Without love, I crumble, In hate, I stumble.