Kill it, cut it, marry it that you may change it.
What a pretty schizophrenic this is,
what a unique madness! It enchants me—
as do you, my darling, as do you. You were carved
of chocolate, dearest; I could eat you up.
A marriage night drenched in vanilla
is the place for us. A fortress of chalk-candy hearts
Shall be our safety. Do not abort me thus, my darling—
it was I who protected you in your own cold womb.
Even with an ass's head, I'll love you as I must.
Sibyl, wire, cold and lovely hand from the unknown. . .
it's me or darkness. Make your choice.