There is nothing in your head that doesn’t want out.
Let me deconstruct you. Let me lunch on you like a fucking cannibal.
No, not yet.
Feel free to breathe, for now.
See, life is a sieve, Creature,
And you won’t be coming out the other side.
But let me love you despite you, Creature –
Let me engulf you if simply to engorge myself.
Steady now, Creature.
Peer into my volcanic eyes.
Although they will burn you, Creature,
Although they will char you unrecognizably and incinerate you,
You must admit, and you must confess –
Lava has never looked so erotic.