Move your body and distill your heart.
We are waiting for you to stop grasping at grace.
Your quicksilver song makes mercury move manic
and I can't stop watching this elevated eruption.
Why do you pull me back into these earth orbit tides?
And why with such gravity in those ocean eyes?
I must know, does your spirit taste as succulent as your skin?
Such mysteries are only food for the mystic.
My heart sings like sandblasted silk.
I am full of songs and soft scars.
What is this all about?
She whispers, being broken open is only the beginning.
So, I saddle up and ride back into Your great big breath.
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