In a goblet of liquid flame holds the secret of bliss
The height of every passion
The depths of every heart
For now lain upon the rose covered path
Every wish that deep sleep dreams ever told
With eyes sewn shut and palms bleeding from fresh faux stigmata wounds
Ink flowing from sharpened guitar strings attached to open cd players
Papercuts tracing fingertips like kisses down happy trails
Two bodies entwining
Skin on skin
Hearts a steady beat
Until nerve endings explode
Until passion reaches its peak
And lips turn to a pucker as a soft breeze flows
Out foes the liquid flame
To the wine of life and death
An end to woes and salty fresh tears
On stained pillow cases I find my solace