The turning Of the days Maybe I am an enemy of this place This room this heart this love We took things so flippantly Like it was not priceless But a $5 dollar buffet We recited self work And self help And demanded a receipt Of you and yours To protect ourselves And we forgot somewhere The divinity of this room When she invites you in And Maybe for a time For a moment in time We will be fine If we can get back To the divinity The soft heart The shadows and the light While she’s undressing And the wine And even if it’s just for tonight This is a special place And a timeless hour And maybe We stumble Flesh and bone We are not angelic But we continue to try Night after night To hold eachother To fight the dying of the light To keep the memory To drink the wine And I will Hold my heart I will hold my voice If you just ask I live and die In the space Between the words We say there are no more Holy things But we forget The burning hearts When eyes meet When souls weep When morning Meets the earth And the waters deep Even in this night Even in this light
Touch her Like you’re writing music Slow Kiss her Like her lips are made of wine Undress her like you’re reading Braille But most of all Be present Right there Read her body Breathe her in -E