Sing to me
while I play with the fire of your skin,
a cocktail of beauty and violence,
an unfiltered ******.
I swallow your embers,
the drugs my mother always warned me about,
and spit them back out the whites of my eyes.

The twirling nature of your love.

Throw some gasoline on it
and we will watch from the rooftops
as this degenerate city learns
what romance really is.