I’ll paint a line along your chest with my tongue Like a trail of acid. Watch the skin rust and corrode, Watch it melt away and let the blood seep through. Red, glossy, so purely and beautifully you, And so warm to the touch. The taste makes me drunk Like warm whiskey and lemon. The smell is warm too, Just like home, fireplace and all. As the blood pools I’ll bathe my hands wrist deep Like a coat of dark, bitter chocolate. I’ll run my hands over my skin like an artist And paint your warmth into mine. When I’ve saved the courage, I’ll sink my fingers into you, Grip the jagged edges of skin So I can tear open the curtain of flesh between us To put my hands inside, And know how you really feel. Gliding my hands over muscle and bone, I can feel your lungs filling Deep and fast. I’ll move closer to put my ear over your heart, My face, all my skin smeared and dripping red. That way I can hear your heart beat loud and clear until it slows and stops As you bleed out completely for me, Your heart bared, and I on the inside.