The jaws open wide, Leaving me space to crawl, Leaving me gaps to enter, Leaving me miseries to console. The lips plastered there Upon her surface, One swollen By eyes of innumerable tears, Calls me to her wings. I am a rose too many In this burning bouquet I hold, in arms, steady, Though rotten. Fires lick me Of her cascading embers, Dive into me The waters of my driven self. Lies accuse me, While truth abuses me. Life carves a rope out of my veins To see me defeated in a low drop To a floor, Colder than my grave. She wields her design, So well confined By tantrums so sweet, I could truly keep. I blind her smile, She sends through, to smelt me Into a newer flesh. I desire no more than the horror Having ached my skin For too long to deny the splendor.