She is the whisper
That I hear in the night
The cooing that sings me to sleep
She is the bruises on my knees
From praying all night long
To a God
That I no longer believe in
She is the dark underneath my eyes
Because I didn't sleep all night
Because a fire was in my dreams again
Passing through the building in the shape
Of my mother's body
She is the stomach I lay on
That takes shape of another woman