She Wants the Ring Like He Wants the Suit of Scars/But

She Wants the Ring Like
He Wants the Suit of Scars/But

She wants the ring like he wants the suit of scars/but
                                                                            I
want liquids diamonds from the music of a window when it cracks
cool doors emerald eyes from a fire against ice/everything
screaming torsos petals from an immortal storm
legs of a metallic sea in search of a floor made of fruit
a thousand marias with braids of lightning ruby rifles
                                                                       she wants the ring
like he wants the suit of scars/but
                                                I
want violetrhymes from the salt mine of a cell when it blows
sky calendars the wall cut by wasp suns
                                      (cassock wings of altar boys:let them explode)

she wants the ring like he wants the suit of scars/but
                                                                           the
one thousand Lucios with honeycomb eyebrows topaz bulletstraps?