The desert sun, trailing crimson, gold, and coral like a dying exotic,
Curled itself within your sweating gin glass;
When your red-taloned fingers closed around it, the bird turned black,
And darkness spread itself, proud, merciless.
Do you think you are the only light?
A star in the indigo, the devil's darling?
All right. You are the only...brightness. It isn't the same thing--
And every flame breeds smoke, its shadow.
I curl back to you, always, darling.
I come, thick with what we created together,
To devote myself to you forever;
To hold you, and choke you with my kiss.