These pieces of skin I wear Oh, how fragile, fragile and rare that a love like yours could blanket my chest and put every nightmare I've stumbled through to rest
Oh what a day it is to know your body fits mine like a glove you'll keep my spirit warm through winter and expand my capacity for Love
I raise my arms, palms up, to you- My love. I raise my voice, diaphragm diffused, igniting above. And these hips? They swirl magic beneath their bones, they know every crease and fold in your body, they play-dohed the shape of your rosetta stone
They contemplated what words could be stained with your spirit, what phrase could sum up your every speck of soot and grit
So I ask my heart and she answers with the sweetest of whispers a swirl of the tongue of her spine and lets herself slink inside of that rock lets herself fill every air molecule and she lets herself transform
I've become the voice in his throat the lungs in his breast I am his fingerprint stamped forever on his canvas
I have become alive and I have awakened but how will it be when my carrier follows his journey- away. Hows it going to be when my voice has been discarded and tossed into the wind of the desert hows it going to be when my lungs collapse and shrink in. how's it going to be when my fingerprints become a maze I've never seen, the paint stamped on his canvas washed away and unearthed to bleed
What am I to do with the thinned course of my heart, each artery gasping pumping erratically to start ?
And Alexis, she sings back to me: "It will break you in every way. But you have time to steel yourself to it. To lace your blood with iron and lead, to armor your skin. You have time to fletch your arrows, and time to carve your bow. When it comes I will be there with you. I have walked this road, and I will walk it again, with you."