Carved Bone, Communion and Hope
I trace your face with words
I see your smile in
the stanzas of my soul
I carve your compassion into my ribs
You are the smoke in my stillness
Where incense is presence
Scribbling on my skin
Taking too many risks
Becoz your attention is the goal
Your silhouette is my hope
And I survive becoz your ghost
is what keeps me whole
I would rather worship
the spark in your eyes before
I die alone or hang from a rope
Til they turn me to wine
or turn me to stone
