The strength of blood
And weakness of will
Wrought in crimson
Re(a)d across my chest.

Proof of burning desire
Etched upon my soul,
And I proudly wear
My scarlet alphabet.

I.
I held a match
To my hands today.
Matrimony made
Between man and flame;
Incensed skin and molten ash
Show hot displays of
Love ablaze.

II.
Oh bright, blushing,
burning bride;
I walk wounded
For all my days.
Chard hands bare
Witness to
Love of flames.

III.
Oh spreading fire
And torrid pain and
Oceans of passions
In engulfing flames.
A charcoal soul and
Black burnt skin shows
Love's touch, again.

IV.
A monument
To fiery lips
For each hot kiss
Scars my visage with
Inflammatory bliss

In pain your name,
Melted to my lips
Can love, be not, but this?

I took an ax to a tree,
And it said to me
"Explain life's purpose
Before you cut me down."

I said to him:
"Your hope is not to live,
But in death find peace.
A table to honor me."