Pygmalion

Here’s me, on my knees, now I stare at your skin

And your skin on the fire’s what lights up my eyes

As I strike with red claws, have your heels keep me still

Still, like wax stuck in holes, I’m still fire on ice.

Burn my tongue, burn my lips, have me scream while you sigh,

Sight as such, clearly I, never have ever seen

Save the slits down my jaw, stroke your hands, pass them by

Take the pain and slow down, be as hurt as I’ve been.