Twisted under sleepless sheets
I begin to thaw as your silhouette consumes the
Semblance of a frame my eyes can manage.
I imagine that you are smoke
Dancing from burning sage
But you can’t chase away evil spirits
Without adopting some as your own.
Tips of sweet rainstorms trail at your feet
They punish you if you step too hard
Thundering love songs into a heart
That you are too scared to name
For fear it will pass prematurely.
Slow the pacing of your heart
Before its wooden floors give out-
Good karma is spent before it is earned and
Advance payments don’t apply to old sins
But don’t let that stop you from syncing your breath
To the bodies beside you
Never knowing whether you are the source of power
Or the shadow of it: just be wary.
This gambling can embalm the lightest sins beside the heaviest
And you are far from grey