molting, failed love, seasonal blasphemy

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Not long before your skin falls off in flakes of gold and you’ve turned cold
And I’ve become as frail as the branches that wear flickering lights for Jesus Christ.
We’ll no longer look pretty on runways of cities.
You’ll crumble like litter in me.

I’m falling away so something else can take shape.
All is calm; all is dead in the holy silent night.
The nails can come out of our hands but the rust has moved to our limbs.

At gunpoint love on a stolen stranger
Your lips trembled for my weakness, not yours
Ironic how your mouth was your silencer
Still you held me like you’d never shot before.

We burned out, we were cut out of heaven
We’re the holes in paper snowflakes
We’re light years dead
We made temporary sense.

I’m falling away so something else can take shape.
All is calm; all is dead in the holy silent night.
The nails can come out of our hands but the rust has moved to our limbs.

If Christ had come again
I might have been reborn.
But I’ll find a new woman,
One whose lies haven’t oxidized.
I’ll pour your perfume on her thighs
And I’ll close my eyes.
I’ll drink from the bottle of wine
We left at the bedside

But no ceremony will put the blood back in the body
Our sweat will evaporate and reincarnate in my sleep
Goodnight my beautiful messiah
I’ll rest in heavenly peace beside you.