She speaks of God likes she knows
That one exists.
She speaks of love – true love like
That there’s a heart for every bloody beat.
She speaks of me and her,
In some time addled capsule,
Encased between our death and our days
With bruised lips, open wounds, and
Sirens, calling us home but to her
I am not a speck of stardust.
I throttle the universe into submission
In order to please her, and touch her face
When she weeps and the sun drops
As my eyes dim and there’s no resolve,
And I bring the whole damn world down
To keep her adrift, floating
Through the cosmos
While I’m here on Earth,