What do you fear? You slip in and out
Of my space; dwell only to quiet your body and Bruise my mind.
You turn ghostly just before each sunrise;
Is that because you have no desire but
The counterfeit heart-the unuttered-
Or because your gods are never at dawn?

What do you yearn for? You fall in and out
Of my moment; hoard only to fill your vault and
Empty my soul;
You smother me with flowers and hang me
Upon a kiss and cascading tears.
Is that because you are simply purging
Your pain-the shallow depths and the unutterable-
Or because your gods never loved?

What do you sing? You breathe in and out
Of my lungs; try only to weave your aloneness
Into my whole, and
You reduce me to smiles and blameless name;
Is that because you are neither close nor far from
The ground?-Unavailing voice and unencumbered-
Or because your gods never lived?

What do you pray? You dance in and out
Of my steps; return only, to perfect your sadness and
Satiate mine, and
You rapture and torment with your stinting love;
Is it because you are neither dead nor alive,
In the teeth of faith-be it false or true-
Or is that because your gods never died?