Beneath the truth, that sets you free.
Lies a fragile world of intimacy.
That falls and climbs like a startled bird.
It’s talked about, but never heard.
For at its heart, is a hidden gold.
Where secrets die, and the truth is told.
And where that bird of love can fly.
A connection of trust that lives and thrives.



My bones lay like dust in your eyes.
Is that what you cry?
Seeing such emotion stripped bare.
Yet the heart beats in your mouth.
An oral fixation for the truth.
Tasting every heartbeat. Every pulse.
I burned all this down around me.
To smoke out the ghosts of a past you wanted dead.
Now lay me down.
And kiss me back to life.