Christ Conscience
Over a trimmed porch
The flicking of lights
Between the stars
And one good tree
Wife body worn
Like a halo
Full moan dance
Full moan dance
There’s a few parts
In the holes of my hands
That feel like they could
Hold up your weighted
Past
The soul fed kiss
Love is all
Glittered in gold
Ankle deep at the
Edge of a cliff
A martyr of grass
Don’t try to hold on
Don’t try to slip
Breathing in
Christ conscience
Who are you?