I figure if I stay quiet
then I don't have
to do anything
Husks of days
laid waste
dog heels
in yapping cacophony's
embarrassing feet
bent on walking the line
without deviation
We are sacrosanct
a holy union of ideals
praying at each other
with smooth fingers
pressed in supplication
Fucking is a hymn
the harmony of flesh
rising to meet God
A perfect song
we sing
only sometimes.
