Even if our love making
has meant nothing
but crusty moons
and overdrawn breaths,
you will be forever more
than a piece of earth.
Yet God has married us,
into His hold,
and He won't let
our care for each other
fade...
I accept all of you
[ your shirtless scars,
rough to my touch...
your plaited mouth,
torn by smoke's
rapture ]
I inhale you as my life,
not because I need the burn
but because without you...
I'm a calm, perfect horizon,
and we all become addicted
- to wanting harsh faith
to verify our cigarette
passion, identities unknown...
In between your arms,
I set fire to your heart,
forcing myself onto believe
we can twist over these
selfish thorns,
and learn to
create selfless passion,
nothing held back.
