I heard one voice spill her sermons like a swollen sea,
A lullaby that smothered the sand repeatedly,
And tickled my toes like well buried weeds.
My guidance closed their eyes and fell asleep in genuflection
But I could still see your face in the marble's reflection
As I pressed my head against the pew,
Wondering when it would go through as you did with ease
When you as teased the most pleasant frequencies.
But no matter how many words filled my hands
Clasped tightly, these knees wouldn't unbuckle.
This condensation was the devil's kiss
Of my own, he wanted to bathe me.
That salt on my skin was the fresh water's sin
And your rivers and lakes wouldn't save me.