Come, the bones of the roses shed blood for us

Come, the bones of the roses shed blood for us,
Fires cool near the nearness of our kiss.
Fire and rose are seared red by our touches,
Blood comes from the earth wherever we pass.

We're the lightning ones, shattering and happy!
Cruciform we make indelible Xs
With our bodies, moaning the bone-lonelies
Til blood roses fall from our ecstasies.

Rivers go up in fountains of flame
Whenever we shiver through their night wets,
Calling ourselves by each other's names:
Rose-marrow, air star, river fish, heart dirts.

Come to this small, domed tent by the roadside,
Come throw your candle on the bonfire.