I'll sing you
the sweetest of songs
a bittersweet
Psalm
it's origin from the
crease of my
Palm

I'll write you
the holiest of prayers
a symphonic
affair
it's place, the
sweeping valley of my
hips
a token
most rare

i'll hand you
the Bible of my heart
sewn authentic
from the needles of
my teeth
and the string of
my veins anxious
beneath