Kidnap me.

My sweet Jehovah

Promise neither salvation nor hell

Merely the inconsistency of infinity

That gods will never tell.

Braids of the blackest ebony,

Strangle round my neck

The words that are caught between,

Significantly wet.

Shall I take my self away?

Or wait here for you?

After all the forest is dark and savory,

and my heart is haphazard and askew

Never lust I thought before,

Only innocence of love

But the word has changed over

And myself thereof

I want to taste blood and paint

And drink in your debris

Because, my sweet Jehovah,

my dearest love,

“you Burn me.”