Feed me Your stare, your eyes that blow darts To set me sleeping. Feed to me The hands that hold your tears, That I might recreate your fears, Leaving a trace in the mud, Leaving your heart for the many thuds To the next sigh from your lips, To the next caress upon your uncovered hips. You are wilted, Yet uncovered To the bone, where you call death your home. You glow, along with the snow, Forming angel wings that only ever bring Useless suffering. Is it not my lust that you crave With the passion that you save, Burning between your legs? You form glances that bend to the chances, Running wind with the locks of your hair, Among those extended touches, you dare. Leave your stains to set As you leave your place to get Another smile, to drown me for the while In the pools of my colored emptiness, Leaving me to the glow Of the white snow. You might see The contours of your needless pleas, How I can shape them, to form your form Alike how much you beg For more, in being adored. Do you love when I leave puddles at your feet? Do you drive kisses to the wind and sleet Bringing pointless revealings To the raining ceiling? How much can your heart crave Upon the day when you are saved?