on my hand, a diamond band
on my head, each word you said
on my chest, thine lover's crest,
this torn wedding dress,
and inviting mattress
through which i profess
my deepest and darkest
ripe for the harvest
i'm the canvas, you're the artist
who knew a look would start this?

in my heart, more works of your art
in my room, dark as a tomb
in my bed, we're sticky and red
smeared with sweat
exhausted and bled
we'll dance 'til we're dead
"let's do it again"