"I need you to accept that I hate myself and I love you."
but my love
your eyes are full of whiskey fire
and your arms, silk bandages for my scars
your lips are honeyed wine
and your touch, that of an eyelash on a paper thin cheek
when I look at you
I see nothing but gentle ocean waves in your hips
and pure liquid gasoline flame in your heart
your cinnamon irises reflect my own bay-leaf ones
and your soul is the most comfortingly warm frost I have ever encountered
