a song
i know i can't claim
the refuge that you push on me
in the night
with our sunlight slain
your love's spark and kindling
are burning bright
with your body's pains
you grab me to pulse again
in your bed
i can count my gains
on all of the troubles there
on your head
still i know that you
can stir me like autumn winds
that blow the leaves
into spirals through
the lushness of summer's sins
that you relieve
when i dream of death
i fear not the burning sting
of God's commands
i just hold my breath
and know that your voice will ring
with me in hand
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