• my heart's a siren and your body's the sea
    your heart's the sailor gravitating to me
    and all the skin stretched over my bones will be your home
    when it's time
    my organs will pump and twist for yours
    lungs and all synchronized in some sick symphony
    it's all becoming clear as the casing of your eye
    and you will swim to meet my sick song
    every breath devotedly expelled to sing back
    there is nothing amorous in our lyrics
    just an understanding and an acceptance
    and our tongues will stop forming vowels to become acquainted
    some first impression, our bodies will defy ourselves
    starboard and overboard and there is nothing else
    i will paint your figure in bauhaus fashion
    map out your every thing and drenched in colored oils
    will dissolve into your sea, and once i've swam
    i will never resurface alive again.