her hands are like candlewax
actually it's the whole of her
and I wish I could say that I didn't set her alight,
but I did and I can see the wick through her eyes
and it's burning like a field-fire gone wild...
maybe I've gone mad but I can see the smoke building
and it's so sweet like honey in her ashes
candlewax is sweet against my lips and I smoke her
I wish I could say that I didn't set her alight
but I did and I can see the fire through her eyes
and it's burning like a field-fire gone wild...
my mouth my throat my hands on her soft skin and my eyes are dry
yet hers are overspilling and it's hot, it burns
her smoke is in my lungs
and I wish I could say that I didn't end her
but I did and as I go to kiss her her face falls away
and as her smoke leaves my mouth it burns like her fire
and I wish I could say that I didn't set her alight
but I did