Lightning hits the roof,



shoves the knife, darkness,



deep in the walls.



They bleed light all over us



and your face, the fan, folds up,



so I won’t see how afraid



to be with me you are.



We don’t mix, even in bed,



where we keep ending up.



There’s no need to hide it:



you’re snow, I’m coal,



I’ve got the scars to prove it.



But open your mouth,



I’ll give you a taste of black



you won’t forget.



For a while, I’ll let it make you strong,



make your heart lion,



then I’ll take it back.





