Fire and flames.
I don't want an ice berg, which is cold, aloof and sober ; and baby that's not love.
I want a pyre,
I want to burn,
I want flames and maple forest and creepers.
I want my veins to explode crimson blood-
full of love from you.
Baby, I was not born for a damn ice berg,
but for a forest fire that will burn the entire thing down.