I am made of sticks and stones,

A monument to your quiet hunger.

Darling, strip me to my bones,

The marrow ignites, pulling you under.

Jagged edges, splintered seams,

Cracked and whittled, half-decayed.

Grind me down to dust and dreams,

Spin my head, I’m not afraid.

Spill my thoughts across the floor,

Your front and center in the mess,

My love, it’s you my heart beats for

Rip it straight from my hollow chest

Sew me shut with rusted wire,

Build me up to burn me down,

Strike the match, watch me expire,

Ashes to ashes, 6 feet in the ground.