No matter where you are—
I still hear you when you—dream—
You sing out so very far
Your voice so bright—like a star—
All of our tomorrows rushing up—
I spark, kindle, sparkle
BURN—I—spark myself up
Just for you.
I light my heart ablaze and
Through every torched moment
I pray to God that you see it,
That you feel me burning beneath
Your bed sintering under your feet.
Love—let my heartbeat form a
Marriage pyre for when you say
“I might” for when you might hope
To hear me say “Do, I—do, I—love you do—”
For while my every heartbeat
Bears God’s name, he has them
On loan—from you—
Can God make a heart he cannot win?
I can never be certain—except I know
Already you—my Lord—hold the title
And the name and word.
Whatever contract or arrangement you and
God may found yourselves making
God now would never dare
—I know! I dared him!—
To claim title to my soul or heart.
You, Iron Lord of my Soul—
You, Governor of my Heart and
Priest of my tomorrows.
I, your Poet—
Me, a Priest of Nothing—
And I wait still—
For you, My Lord—
To finally begin—
To make us—
To make me your—