who wants to save me, you know?
Oh, not religiously,
not like some damsel in distress…
No, he wants to save me
like he saves cigars
for after dinner.
He wants to save me
so he can light me up
and burn me down
when it pleases him most_
I fall asleep to the scent of his neck_
how hard this is you cannot understand
unless you've needed a little darkness
to get you going and came to find him
in the only place where your blood is made