In your blood there must be fire
Let me burn upon my tongue

In your eyes is love’s reflection
Might my smile there ever young

On your breath the twist of sour
Distasteful words are mine to learn

In your hand is grasp’d my spirit
Now I writhe, within I turn

Make me hear your growled confession
How I wish for quiet here

Make me see your hallowed scarring
Stinging in my eyes your tears

Hold me in your deathly chalice
Here I drink your stormy wars

Make me dance your holy heartbeat
Eternally my pulse with yours


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