Take The Sky
Take the sky that was my mouth
the words that were our bones
the time that poured from rusted cans dragged down the road
the rhyme that was our heart fished up from the mud
the body opened and rearranged by medicine that was our gift
the thoughts that was your compass
the scales, skin and the carcass of the fish in the market window in Lisboa that was hope
Take the selves we imagined would one day be burned into maps as our teeth fell into the sea
Keep the reflection, the syllables and counted heartbeats of the dead as the light fell like a prayer
Take the sky between the land and the puddle in our palms that was a country
the counting of the pebbles and the owl's howl in the forest that was undeniably
for you
