Quietly Covered in Black
Without knowing who you’re fucking with,
the distance between fear and love
finds you laying in a crucified position;
or that’s what it felt like with her on me
as the bird in her throat begged not to be swallowed.
Even the most beautiful songs end
with mortality’s dark digestion.
Which at first you thought sounded like truth
but ended up being bolts in the bed
coming unhinged like a lover’s prayers
whose answers choose to live in a cage
quietly covered in black.
