My pain’s become an impure joy;
I wait for you on this windswept rock,
the granite and iron hard against my flesh.
My blood quickens when I hear your call.
Tear into me, my love.
Draw a talon across my shivering skin,
lick the blood from my spreading wounds,
let me feel the sweet agony of your bite.
Let me be your Adam.
Pull a rib from my trembling flank
and pleasure yourself upon it
until my ears ring with your ecstasy.
Rip apart my sweating flesh,
devour me in greedy beakfuls.
Flay me, crush me, love me
’til the stones hide their faces.