I breathe you in, your fingertips scratch across my lips like hands lifted high in prayer, I see you there, waiting.
Please don’t hold this against me, I feel something changing. Silence is waning, and we are waiting. I feel, your hand in mine again and it all depends, on breathing.
I can’t flourish in this half breath, with this canopy of fading embers being all that remains.
What remains is just a construct, a shadow, forgotten holidays and high holy days.
Break it all down into simplest terms, don’t forsake me now.
Let’s make a few of you and me, but where do we begin?
Don’t deserve me now, let’s get out somewhere different than where we were before.
Don’t tell me you never knew, it’s rising like prayers in our midst, as your hand collides with mine and your love meets my eyes.
Reflecting the endless interlude between presence and absence, i feel the tension of our union
Blessed Mecca, return to me my innocence, my wanderings in your presence, as I cross these streams in the desert, the sands shift underneath my feet, I am searching.
I am drunk with this wine and searching for a mirror, my life is in my eyes and the light behind them streams out like fresh water, whispering across the face of these arid dunes.
Prayers rise up like the ashes of a funeral pyre, calling out, my heart longs for return, my feet take me further, I feel closer, you are closer.
My daggers cross themselves before me like stars in my hands, let these lights in my hands rend the heavens, and tear down the veils.
The coldest night brings the warmest hearts, join together when the coldest man grabs his altar, and spills himself upon it.
Remember my words and echo yourself in their reflection, repetition makes for meditation.
Meet my gaze and drift away if you wish, but don’t say i never tried, don’t deserve me now, don’t desert me now.
It all depends on breathing, and i feel your fingertips scratching prayers once again, into these praying lips.