but i have you
your face is my only white dress
without the hands of pretense
or false religions
innocent creation occurs
the veil is torn
exposing a perfect trust
purity of friendship
within a chalice
never wavering
of it’s shine
i will lay open the throat
of colossus
suffering
lifetimes as a statue
to ensure
it is never undone
we shall be ghosts
laughing together
in a corridor some day