Clothe me with the iridescent dress you've got locked up downstairs,
Sprinkle me with the star-cut glitter I stole for you last night,
Stain my lips with the tube of color you call broken light,
And drown me in the pool of blue smoke filling you faulty, strained lungs.

I'll light up your sleeve long worn out by numerous anxieties,
And kiss your cuts with my lemon flavored lips.
I'll cut your hair, weave it into a necklace and wrap it around your neck with the gruesome help of barbed wire. 

We'll hold hands with our nails digging into each other's flesh.