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.