I sang softly under powdered sugar skies
To the man who only loved himself
I could not hold against you
Giving up guiding dreams
They will learn to find their own way
I am a pilgrim meant for wandering
My sleep no different, be I sinner or saint
My skin has saved the warmth of the sun
To lull you into slumber, cocoon you in affection
The sun cracking my skin as if she was dirt in the desert
Hollow me out, sinner in the canyon
Worship me in the shadows of the tallest rise
I thirst for you, in the valley of the sun
Let our flowers blossom, even when no water will quench their roots
Petals in a flower girl wind
Smell more ancient than salt in the sea
Petals joining sky, sand, and cactus spines
An earthen corpse
Sandy organs, a faint heartbeat drum
Dry air lungs, I hold my raspy breath
You sang John Mayer at seventy miles an hour
God made me sad, you made me cry
We withered up inside out, waiting to kiss in the rain