Firelight

I lick the hard blood of your nettle
I toss my forked tongue
I am flower of honey, feet of lily
I sink my hands into your wound
Cut my cheek,
dry Assyrian cub
Like a dry ember
you light your cynical candles
I serve his antiquated vice
a shy, prodded beast
Show me your buttock,
see how myrrh burns
Your charms are torture
Never again will anything hurt you
save for this firelight repeated.

(Traducción: Ezra Miller)