I'd be a princess if you allowed it,

I'd cling to your skin like silk,

I'd dazzle you with my playful hues,

but so long ago, at first glance

you decided, i'd be the angel to crown your heap

of plastics, of limbs, of lost treasures.

You burn me alive each night

one hand placed on each thigh

wider, wider, wider - now we're ready.

There you go girl,

now that's an innocence that's never reborn.