Blessed by thy ignorance
is the beauty of our sad love
And the cradle of heaven
has grown to separate the past

The wordless whisper
and the heatless touch
To turn our body over
And spit out our guts

Locking your fingers on mine
Like the sea of wombs and death
The tips of our tongue, moving with ice
Like the fire in our ***,
Unified

The passing of our existence
has more love than heaven
And in our struggles,
we see the touch of creation  
together and apart
as existence...