With the gun to shoot in the direction
Of your vacant heart, in the dark.
The open field,
Where thunder struck to fuse two forms.
Two eyes to see
Beneath a tarp that holds up
It cannot shield us.
Being deprived, next to
Our aching oceans.
While walking as Christ upon waves,
We are faithful, and forsaken
Covers our scars.
A bird lost,
Commitment as the written message
Carved upon burning lips.
A starving mouth,
A wide-open dive
Into the space the sun was dropped.
A sentiment cost
Us, with the roses undone of roots,
While we still held hands.