All of these words are smouldering things
Damnable dilemmas touching undeserved nerves
Sensory ignition comes crossing my path
And draws lines in the dirt
The autoerotic audacity to challenge when
My fingernails are relatively lie-free
All of your screw and scrutiny
Makes of me a living pyre
I burn ever hotter and higher as
You burn me deeper into the bones
I don't mind the taste of oil on your lips but
I demand of you what you demand of me
I wish I could be for you a world of fire
Where all I taste is ash and soot and
I am lamp black carbon scored
Saturated in Accellerant Me
My furnace stomach iron insides
Hunger now for those gazes
Those same glare stares that struck me sulphurous
I want to fill them lens and retina
Overfilled in the sockets
With my brand of heat.