Sangfroid

From an ardent squeal
Arises the blue congealed
Wound torn from self-grown thorns
Drying so slowly
And though these lakes will heal
Your limbs will always feel
Burgeoning streams
Dying to be seen
And bathed in
Such divine warmth in sin
Even better to be let in
Burned to bleed by a scalding touch whose
Incinerating caress I've grown to love so unbearably
Much
Even in the hours
Most dutifully unsour
The heat still breeds just under your seat
Aching so loudly
And so you'll melt to cower
And excrete a piece so dour
That anyone could see
You've more than wet the sheet you've
Bathed in
Cursed outright on your skin
Sunken heads, eager eyes
Never meant, bitter smiles
Sunken heads, eager eyes
Never meant, bitter smiles
Burned to bleed by a scalding touch whose
Incinerating caress I've grown to love so unbearably