the blessing way
will you breathe on me
restore my sight
present the facts to me refresh my memory
and your hands are cold, my love
retracting at my touch
so freezers are no place for little girls to play inside
no, crescents dance in sleepy eyes
depriving us of sight
well be still till life returns to lift these tired feet
oh, bitter fate draw me to thy womb
allow me little room to lick and heal the wounds
of yesterday
pockets lined like promises
with artifacts of guilt
yeah chapstick prophylactics and presumptions based on last time
your chest is bare, my love
two saints in prayer knelt
please fall into me my dear of saints make martyrs thence
prepare for me, my love
two cups of grace
well one for absolving love and one for pissing in...
oh bitter fate swallow up the night
this symphony of sighs as prejudice divides me from your side
oh, bitter fate in thee my cup abounds
i'll drink while drink allows plant kisses on your brow til morn arrives