do your fingers run through my hair
when we're at your childhood home,

do you craddle me in your arms
wash my skin and kiss into my ear,

do you let my heart branch into yours
bloom in your blood and soak up my soul,

do you bite from the same morsel
let me linger around your teeth like the steam from your bath,

the fog doesn't lift
but i know the sweetness of your teeth

devote yourself to the cause
all i wish for your prayers to be,

would it not be the most merciful
to lay so lifeless in your lap,

maybe the divine blessing is above us
and so god does return me to you,

it is not me but me who lies in your soul
when you sway me with so much creed

i am not twisting your hand into mine
yet,
you flicker away as if the times and people
have convinced you to stone me
i reside on your right shoulder

my face divides against the difference but
your left is my right and,
we are under god

but im not closing the gap and your hair is stuck between my fingers
when your silence churns inside me i feel like god could raise me,
i feel sick
everything i could give
nothing would be (your tears)
let me drink your soul