Love beneath the fountain of drowning men

Beneath a tree, who’s blue leaves

Canopyed us in

I saw God in your eyes

And wore death in my skin—

And begged you to break down

The Bones of my armor.

 

We drank and we grazed and we

Swooned from the spout

Stirred our white souls around

That phantom of doubt

Then you breathed into me

All that darkness bled out

And you begged me to break down

The Bones of my armor.

Begged me to break down

The Bones of my armor.

 

Veins underneath the thick of my skin

Unspooling to ripples

In the white-bodied Waters

Rife with persuasion

On this one occasion,

My bones, oh my bones how they

Ache for surrender

 

Begged and begged for the bones to unravel,

We took care to undress the shape of my devils.

 

Love beneath the fountain of drowning men,

Beneath a tree, who’s blue leaves

Enticed me in

I saw God in your eyes

And I knew home again:

As Permission

to bury the bones of my armor.

 

We stroked and we gasped

In the depths I found flame

In the slick, livid twilight

We rehearsed his name

Until it flowed from our mouths,

From our souls, it became—

The Reason for doing, The Reason for trying.

And there, in the Blue

Restoration with you

A pool for our pasts

To reshape and renew

In the cool summer light of

My ache and my blue

 

The bones, oh the bones

Should they know Love

And Unravel.