You must be washed to be clean
take me to your firmament
I find myself
Hanging
Off the cliffs
Of your smile

Your glance
Burns dry ice
Into me
chant your mohogamy
song
needs wasteland

Come to me
I can handle
love and pain woman
Give me tribunal
love of your brown alter
I will return it tenfold

The banquet
Ruth promised
You rains upon me
blessed in the waters
kiss sending bolts
to my soul

Glory
Shouting in the temple
Of your hands
my firmament
woman
daughter of Ruth

shouting into your chalice
glory
I am blameless
above your pedestal
woman
you are my madness