Come take over.
Come make me die.
Bring death upon life.
From every broken heart,
every aching soul,
every failed relationship,
and every lost friend,
comes death, and with it
A little life.
From each destruction
rises a new formation.
So go
deep, deep, deeper.
Reach the deepest spot.
A place from where
I can rise.
Yes, make me come,
make me glow.
For each part of me
I give to you.
Come take me away from myself.
For an orgasm is death—
a zenith.
An exalted state of communion
where we leave ourselves behind.
And die a small death.
So die,
Rise, regenerate, be born.
What’s life without a little death?
