Your hearts. A melting pot.
Transition the 24 karat cuts.
Quench this red hot blade
on the backs of broken souls.

I don't know - your pain
I burn through entangled roots

Illiterate eye, read your
braille face. Lost in translation
this phantom weight. crushing
shoulders, we travel together

I don't know - your pain
I burn through entangled roots

Your spirits recast, in my eye sockets
pouring through my liquid mind
still lost, twined to our spine
embrace this - we shine

Your smiles - carries me
carries me - to rest