i did not seek to intrude upon your garden
to plant seeds for violent thorns and dark vines
take root upon your cheek and drink from your tears
nor a trojan horse for my starving madness
to feast upon your thoughts and rouse your own
yet i confess when i lost my innocence of you
i found myself clawing above the cold earth
where i waited the claim of roots and worms
blood in my veins decanted with gasoline
ignited into a desire to savour again the sun
raise my fingers to trace words and fires