I cracked her like an egg,
Unable to be put back together she would beg,
But together we were worse,
Her tongue a fiery tyrant,
On my back she made me move mountains,
With a disdain for her fiery taint I climb away from her,
But the top of the mountain frost bitten I long for the warmth,
Not of her body but the warm sting on my cheek,
When the violent nomenclature hits my lips,