Lace yourself Around the hollow throat That leaks only whispers, For I engage in the merriment Of a thousand more speeches On what it means To see. You have found yourself Laying there Between birch and bramble, Of anything that can burn. Ropes tie your legs While your arms are chained above Your head, in this forest of dread. I seek to set a thousand fires Across your nakedness. A love I hold so deep in a heart That begins a flame Choosing of its reward Like lust could not be purged by the rain of God's Fallen tears. I lose myself In your stare. Run myself in a long line Along your fragile surface. Burn in the brush, Wilt yourself like the rose For your beauty is next to everything.