i pay for the serpent...
that licks my wounds...
self inflicted...open...ripe...
fountains of crimson...
watering my gardens of green salt...
and sending the night...
on endless treasure hunts....
in a sealed wooden box...
never sought...
the irony of my existence...
defeats your purpose....
and you'll always taste..
the sweetness of my smell...
as i swim in the crevasses of your road...
and sleep in the valleys of your foot steps...
i buried my sun...my love...
i covered my trail...
so lay...my princess...
and sleep...
dream of dreams...
and dream of love...