I want to stay on your body like a tattoo
Which is there to give you courage
To continue your journey
When night comes
And also to perpetuate myself as your slave
That you get, rub up against, deny
But doesn't wash
I want to play on your body like a ballerina
That soon hallucinates
Jumps and enlightens you
When night comes
And on the exhausted muscles of your arm
To rest limp, wilted, weary,
Tired to death
I want to weigh like a cross on your back
That shreds you into pieces
But deep down you like it
when night comes
I want to be the smiling and corrosive scar
Marked in cold, iron and fire
In living flesh
Hearts for mothers,
Harpoons, mermaids and serpents
That scribble all over your body
But you don't feel