this couch won't let go of me
every time i get up to leave
i remember there's no where to go
and i get ****** right back in again
like i'm a moon falling
into my cozy earth

I loved you to the point it became a religion
Repeating the hymns of our past obsessively
To numb the heartache

In this great temple, I grew so dependent
On your entire existence
Your touch, your smell, your voice
My ecstasy and my undoing

Completely in awe, I believed it was your power
Which summoned these walls up to heavenly heights
Painting them in every color of light
But they were never really rising

No, I was just shrinking
As pieces of myself fell away into you


As the incense hanging heavy in the air
Strip me of my scent
Running greedy fingers through my hair
Stealing kisses, burning skin
While the thundering choir swallows all sound
Screaming but voiceless I drown
You are everywhere, and yet nowhere to be found


I see so clearly now, you were my Great Flood
But now I must conjure the strength
To make my Exodus
Because how can this be love?


How can I love anyone,
                                          if I am no one?

the dry straw-brown chains
have started to corrode

the lush green oxidation
of life-bearing spring
is slowly overcoming
winter's ******* again

the frozen fetters will fail