Over Fingers and Lace

How daylight takes you apart.
How midnight knits you back.

Ancient Ones held in the body.
Where demons go to die.

Correct. Undo.
Break me for the Source
of Love.

What is given pulls
above angel stations and dreams.

What is rejected fills oceans
on repeat.

It's the fidelity
of fucking
that'll change your mind.

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Polished mirrors.
And those beyond such light.

Moon-water freezing
what is left of old hymns.

A ferryman. A troll.
All riddles answered
in someone else's time.

What can never pass.
What can only lean.

Maybe one day the black bra strap
falls over fingers and lace.

But even the jester knows
there is only today
to touch.