you rob me of breath. you sever blood from my veins. this is by far on eof your GREATEST peices ever. the last two stanza's are pure geniouse. the pink firey hells of children how daring. how aptly put. like milton, like shakespear. your busted burds. i melt and the specificts in the first tstanza grounds the poem in our hearts and minds. all the meaning s behind the back of her eyes lids.