Even here, amidst the flames that lick my flesh
I long for wispy, calming fingers to soothe
And excite, even as Zeus' bolt, my bones
But, alas, the sad sensation has yet to come
Like the Naiads and Dryads who sing
All around my weathered cavern
Flees and retreats from my visage
So back to shadow I crawl
With my hands have I bonded
Grown calloused and rough
For whom I thought was my life
Seeks another man's love
With my arms bathed in magma
I search for some beauty
As my spirit slowly smothers
Into cold and polished stone
I long for wispy, calming fingers to soothe
And excite, even as Zeus' bolt, my bones
But, alas, the sad sensation has yet to come
Like the Naiads and Dryads who sing
All around my weathered cavern
Flees and retreats from my visage
So back to shadow I crawl
With my hands have I bonded
Grown calloused and rough
For whom I thought was my life
Seeks another man's love
With my arms bathed in magma
I search for some beauty
As my spirit slowly smothers
Into cold and polished stone