Aug 10, 2015
I still carry you inside the caves made for holy nights and holy days there where we defiled stars to paint on caverns with our tongues I still carry you draped around the sinews and the tendons my lover, my psalm of snake bites remember how we uttered our vows into the darkness of the mountain only to burn inside each other’s echo we wore nothing but the wounds of our childhood memories turned to mangers and we rocked inside the promise of a forest fire and we burned lover of mine we burned through the rosaries around our necks and we burned through the fathers wishing us dead yes, we burned alone in the caves made for holy nights and holy days.
earlyechoes