The Substance of grace, is glue
Congenitally speaking
We weren't born together
We came together
You introduced me to your Son
And it was eternally mutual
More than his swagger
(Much) More than his charisma
He sipped the wine from the glass at the party
And i felt a new era coming through
Like a warm gust of air
Promising a summer to follow
Or of the scent of a storm, brewing above
Suddenly, I was nervous, a little self conscious
But it only took a night over the threshold
A blood stained bed
Old curtains pulled off the walls
And a day turned to night (if only for a few hours)
And you and I were together
A declaration of co-dependance
You doused me in your grace
Marred it with glue
Mathematically speaking
One and one makes us two.

I don't know how you found me
But here we are
Full of wind
Your skin is glazed in a wreath of dust
You are amazingly void of entry wounds
You're the other side of me
And as i lay on this hospital bed
Sides split, raw wounds
Thorns now replacing the opening
I can count the railings of my cage
And like we agreed
There is one missing

The king and I went out to survey the land
Nothing but dumb, beautiful, animals
They didn't use our tongue
Making conversation bare, and minimal
You were the answer

Even though you laid, muted by the moist clay
Still a gesture in a shallow grave of dirt
I could visualize you
Closer, like another side of me

But maybe, with regret
As you came about
Your beauty shone
Like the dark side of the moon
A dark reflection you were, at best.