Writhing,

twisting, scratching

beneath you, beneath your sanguine,

serpentine body, and everyone can see. I fight

tooth, claw, breath

and bone.

To the nail, to the wire.

Every second with you is combat,

every moment dire,

but when everything went wrong,

you never lost control,

we never blew a tire.

Every voice inside my head

calls out at once; everybody yelling,

even the liar.

A chorus of echoes lost

as they, amid the chaos,

and the terrible confusion

can hear only their own,

and never the choir.

Like an old dance hall full

of smoke and cards;

the piano plays, a nightingale sings,

and the scent of music

floats higher

on the air.

Still above me, you grind and drive,

pushing me to ground,

riding on black wings of mad desire.

Burning, falling, beating down

into the hall, into my mind, into the crowd

until it breaks, until we burn, until we

scream fire.