I am made of sacrifice,
Crackling and spitting with the passion of a thousand ships.
I dance toward relinquishment,
I give myself up unto It.
I be the sprite mystique of fire light,
Come, let me taste your pearling tears
As you perish in my fathomless kiss,
My colourful underworld of corals red.
Do I not make you fresh again?
The golden unrest that burns all else to embers and ash.
Forsake them in my lux(e) embrace,
Love me as I lick the air about your skin
And create you anew with wings of freedom
That compel beyond the rationale and earthly indignation.
This yearning of the introverted heart!
I am your reason why.
🎨/📷 by William Blake, Eve Tempted by the Serpent, 1799-1880