You are the melting man

You are your situation

There is no time to breathe

And yet one single breath

Leads to an unsatiable desire

Of suicide...in sex



So many blazing orchids

Burning in your throat

Making you choke

Making you sigh

Sigh in tiny deaths



So Melt!

My lover, melt!

She said melt!

My lover, melt!



You are the melting man

And as you melt

You are beheaded

Handcuffed (in lace, blood & sperm)

Swimming in poison

Gasping in the fragrance

Sweat carves a screenplay

Of discipline...and devotion



So Melt!

My lover, melt!

She said melt!

My lover, melt!



Can you see?

See into the black of a long, black car

Pulling away from a funeral of flowers

With my hand between your legs

Melting...