I swear that I'm alive,
My spirit, stretching, strives.
When I recall
The wretched fall
My pulse pounces and dives.

I feel the bitten lips,
The wanton fingertips,
Before my eyes
The lovers' lies
Lie soft around my hips.

Until I'm dead and gone
My spirit hungers on
For tender touch,
A love too much.
To never feel alone.

I tell you, my heart beats.
My ribcage parts and meets.
Sometimes I hate
The living state,
But love the living heat.