Return of the Refrigerator

II.
I boil with an inner scream
incubating
frantic
the smell of a storm
mad love
drunk power
my gift
my music

I.
Say to the man
who brings eternity
run or stay
in my hot bed
sleeping
a lie not love

III.
An enormous void
waxed over with
smooth chocolate whispers
from honeyed shadow tongues
eat your fill.