I want to be engraved on your body like a tatoo
To give you courage
to continue your journey
when night comes
and also to perpetuate myself as your slave
that you take, rub up, deny
but doesn't wash
I want to play in you body like a ballet dancer
that immediately hallucinates
jumps and enlights you
when night comes
And on the beaten muscles of you arm
To rest shrivelled, withered, weary of
tired to death
I want to weight like a cross on you back
That shreds you into pieces
But deep down you like it
when night comes
I want to be the smilling and corrosive scar
Marked in cold, iron and fire
In living fleshe
mothers' hearts
Harpoons, mormons and serpents
That scribble all your body
but you don't feel