You arrived
With suitcase torn red
too round cheeks
I don’t remember, I don’t-
who who
did you tell, did you
Pray With Me On The Bed Sheets-
sing wordlessly and lie

You told me to shoot for them
Heaven ignited stars, Confucied with 
golden prongs-
blood wall; rusted iron, stinging metal
 
Held my hand, put it in your calloused knuckles
Oh you sung, oh you sung, you blew
the dawn like dust on a lotus
allowed me voice in vulnerability

Breathed around me like a beast with a low growl
Tongue silked and like a weapon
Oh you are so so so afraid
in your little prison, bars rotting

Allowed me on the street on your right
I look around at that girl
around seven moons
and pray for them too

Do his hands feel like iron too?
Knock on the door
wordless ritual
fabric up, Our Little Secret

Honest,
You left.