We spoke of our deceased ancestors
And music that made us dance
Restlessly
Until we swam into a violet night
The moon outside your window flickered
Full and round
Like someone's hope
Squashed somewhere under your pillow
And forgotten
I know you will come back to please the God of mine
You'll hum the endless song of worship
And curse the demons away
Step outside my door and turn your head
I know you will...
My foot
Hanging out from under the duvet
Cold and withered
With nails polished into red
Permanent inducement
Beneath
There's a flash and blood
And warmth that makes them boil
You pressed my head against the pillow
Bruised into purple fell out some expired hope from underneath
I changed its name to mine
And put it back there
To get it acquainted with the fears of yours
That also dwell there
I know you will hold your breath to please the God of mine
You'll whisper the creed before night falls
Kneel before I am ready
To believe
I know you will...?
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