I will be yours only if
you puncture my iris with the needle of a drawing pin.
I will sing to you only if
you can further shred the layers on my skin.
I will dance with you only if
you later tear away my veins.
So come let’s sing, and dance, and make love,
like we’ve never done before.
I will soar like a spirit
and blissfully shimmer the laughter of the light.