In our morning read
love across ashy skies.
Read contentment in our
small clinging and sighs.

In our body speaks
a language so new,
no, not new, read
forgotten. Read
lost and found within
the confines of lust
and its way
of blinding us.

A voice burned
into our silence asks
only for light, for one day
to pour through the thin parts
of our hearts as we breathe
in and out, in
and out.