Let it melt,

along the rungs to the toe.

Let it flow,

Like a trickle of rain on your brow.

Give me a drop of it,

on my chest and through.

Let it drip from the temple,

When bend to see me.

Bend a little more,

Let run along my arms.

Let the warmth burn my skin,                       

And let my lips help.

Behold its soft tender burns,

No scars but deep agony.

Like the pain in love,

Deeply desired, seldom admired.

And when it runs off my arms,

And tips off my finger,

Just wrap it in your warmth,

Tight and forever.

Just keep it molten

And flowing forever.

                                 ...Shiv.