Come with me, I said, and no one knew where,
or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barricades for me,
only a wound that love had opened.

I said it again, Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bleed in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why, when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-strapped wine
that geysers flooding from deep in it's vault;
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.

-Author Unknown