Slide my hands down your hourglass
as my soul falls like the sand
counting the minutes, the hours, the days
since you left me

Playing your cello
tickle your ribs
as my hand slides
over and over again playing sacred music

Heart of palm
a jar to open with your hands
and devour with your mouth
all in one sitting

As i drink you like a soft drink
that tastes sweet to the lips
but deteriorates my body
until I am nothing

Cherries for lips
a forbidden fruit that I can't taste
without swelling and bursting
into flames