pleading for a hard kiss

you whisper the gentle of anvils
and polished silver tuning forks
the octave of need for perfect pitch

i swim along those vibrations
a slumbering soul of salt
longing for the smooth jazz of soft years

you pray a chant for my blood
in the jaundiced sunset
holy holy holy lord

i am hungry for morning
for you, i ease the moon to bed
dream your lips and redemption

you answer with the lies of men
linger on the edge of my body
bask in the very together we

alive.