I always wondered when you stopped loving me – I know I haven’t been seeing clearly lately, was it recent? Was it more recent than I’d expect? Or did it happen at some indiscriminate point ?
Well we look, but don’t dare
Touch, unless you like fire,
Unless storms are your forte
Desire like wolf, hungry, acute
Like friction to a match ignite
Turn your bed into an ashtray
Burn everything except our time,
Baby we will use it all wisely,
And wildly like the animals inside me.
Growl, roar, fucking bite me.
I like you feisty, I like you; Devour me.
Is it the birds in you or the cages in me?