Sangfroid

From an ardent squeal

Arises the blue congealed

Wound torn from self-grown thorns

Drying so slowly

And though these lakes will heal

Your limbs will always feel

Burgeoning streams

Dying to be seen

And bathed in

Such divine warmth in sin

Even better to be let in

Burned to bleed by a scalding touch whose

Incinerating caress I've grown to love so unbearably much

Even in the hours

Most dutifully unsour

The heat still breeds just under your seat

Aching so loudly

And so you'll melt to cower

And excrete a piece so dour

That anyone could see

You've more than wet the sheet you've

Bathed in

Cursed outright on your skin

Sunken heads, eager eyes

Never meant, bitter smiles

Sunken heads, eager eyes

Never meant, bitter smiles

Burned to bleed by a scalding touch whose

Incinerating caress I've grown to love so unbearably