She frolics through the rain whispering love insane
her kisses exit through heart-shaped exit wounds her
skin like flesh of angels her blood my catholic wine
it moves slowly through me disintegrates my spine she's
got heroin embraces that i still need to be in i force
myself to loathe her so i can fall for her again her
lips are wet with venom her posture's serpentine she'll
touch my arm and flowers grow there poisonous and obscene
all her shrugged little movements and their despotic
majesty in the midst of such perfection i can't help but feel diseased