Melt!

You are the melting men

You are the situation

There is no time to breathe

And yet one single breath

Leads to an insatiable desire

Of suicide in sex

So many blazing orchids

Burning in your throat

Making you choke

Making you sigh

Sigh in tiny deaths

So melt!

My lover, melt!

She said, melt!

My lover, melt!

You are the melting men

And as you melt

You are beheaded

Handcuffed in lace, blood and sperm

Swimming in poison

Gasping in the fragrance

Sweat carves a screenplay

Of discipline and devotion

So melt!

My lover, melt!

She said, melt!

My lover, melt!

Can you see?

See into the back of a long, black car

Pulling away from the funeral of flowers

With my hand between your legs

Melting

She said, melt!

My lover, melt!

(She said) melt!

My lover, melt!

So melt!

My lover, melt!

She said, melt!

My lover, melt!