Heaven Help Me! I Love A Psychotic!

When that bile burns your teeth
(you'll know you really are in love)
and it's still the acid with the lethal tongue-kiss that gers you off completely
that motif screams heaven like something umbilical
(when it defies...)
and the opiate is spiteful
threatening your ovum and your ravaged torso

BRING US THE STILL BORN!
AND THE MIDWIFE!

(and complete the stunning response to the spite)
Dance away!
Shimmy down the birth canal

When the cervix smiles!
(Such a wicked smile)
Dream of your heroin(e)
and lets begin your death scene
(Take shelter in the womb)