Martyr In Love
I look at my hands and pray
The reflections in the past
Foaming white lips of a wave
I look at my hands and pray
The circle of a day around a corner
Blue is a cold spray
The weight of gold on my back
walking down a path filled with diamonds
that melted in the snow
The frost on the window with my finger I painted your smile
The colors wrapped around you I like your style
as I walk on water under the covers I hear your breathing
as I find a pillow in your breasts and in the deep dark silence
I hear the guests as they walk away down the hall
Ihear their laughter as I crawl and wrap a blanket around me
That sound tooth colored in dots
a smile reminds me of you.
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