if we were here together
you could be Mary
and I would be Joseph
let the holy spirit fill us
when we take all our clothes off
and talk about when bottles
were just a keeping place
and the time that we wasted
hiding from fate
sometimes I know that I love you
sometimes I know the things you play
your gun drips nocturnal from soft light with a hiss
like a match strike in white off your sandpaper hips
living an empty light socket with a human face mound
dressed to death
in the wrong coat with no arms
to project you in your spirit form
sometimes I know that I love you
sometimes I play that **** you play
through tunnels of visors with plastic slot machine lips
the opening act of an **** in sun struck mist
red breath devil to sleep and **** around
even when you know im down
holy lidless ghost to throw your eyes around
even when the lids are down