RMC

The cult of my homely yawn
see me and breathe me my fawn,
try to hell and back to sing along
as I slumber until the dawn.

Take my skin within your hands
and rule every monument down
where I might find might spite it
and I construct a crown.

Illusive landing lullabies cry
as my heart and ounces I supply
feel real the zeal it is how I feel
of the depth of your heart’s cry.

Lock your softness against mine
and commit and crime it is fine
we can our passion combine
our love, touch and time.

Feel the wraith of my ghoul
it is slight here amongst pain
that I retain at night in my brain
as the fool that sees the same.

Let’s not deny our favors
let’s feel the softness and savor
the taste I know it’s my savior
for I am just one of God’s players.

Let our souls release all the tense
words we sometimes mence
when our conversation does commence
let’s ourselves let hope convince.

An arch in your back has me sway
away from the tense day,
I want to hear your laughter
and all the wonderful things you say.