Flower FaceSpiracle

I want the parts of you that you only show
to the corner of your bathroom mirror
I want the parts of your hand grenade heart
that beat slowly with anger and fear
I want the parts of you that you only show
to the birds outside your bedroom window
I want the teeth that you lost as a child
that you hide in a box under your pillow
I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
the salt on your lips and the hands that god gave you
and I want your violence, your silent sedation
your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
and I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling in
I want your jesus, your suicide mission
your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
and I want your parties, the shark in your water
the scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
and I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
the sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow
I want your secrets, your clementine fields
the ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
I want your safe word, your passive resistance
the sickness you foster, your favourite addictions
I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
your paralyzed sleep and your
I want you, butterfly, I want you sailor
I am your lover and I am your jailor