The inside of your mouth is a universe, I imagine,
solemn, sacred, florid scarlet like statues of the Virgin Mary
crying resin tears. You'll have to profane your lovely mouth
to do it.

I did it four years ago.

The best way to do it is over an open flame for you'll
never forget the crisp caramel smell of all those Maillard reactions,
screams, stuff like that you only get with real old-fashioned fire.

Really, if you're going to do it, do it baroque, I want to see Louis XV up
in this silk velvet gold bitch.

Be sure to do it on a mountain somewhere rare and icy,
crystalline, even. Turn your fingers and ears black
to prove that you meaned it, you meant it, your whole
heart
is in it.

Remember, if you're going to do it you're doing
it to
me.