Prism Rift

Perfume still on the

glass your relic in my chest I confess,

I built a statue out of cold and calm and breath

I kept your aftertaste

underneath a veil of clean put your name on the hit list

then locked you in my dreams My flesh knew your gravity before

my rules could speak one whisper through the velvet and the stone

went weak

So I wrote it on the altar called it debt,

called it owed I could stand on mountaintops and still feel you

in my bones The fantasies went deeper than the lie I could

confess I could turn myself to marble but the marble wanted rest

You are not my religion

but I kneel where memory starts

hands above my head

with a furious heart

Crucify the wanting then forgive it in the dark we dance in

private theater velvet nights and hollow sparks No throne,

no crown, no ceremony still you carve me into gold still you

move me like a hymn with the pull I can’t control

I kept the king in silence

left the crown behind the veil

made a saint of my composure

so nobody saw it fail

Then your kiss returned like incense

not gentle, not erased

a flash of pleasure burning

with the ache beneath the lace

So I stopped calling it control

when the rite began to breathe stopped naming it a limit when

it brought me to my knees

Now the dark keeps returning like a prayer I never chose I

can hold myself together and still feel you rising close

You are not my religion

but I know the sacred rite

where a touch becomes a relic

and a kiss becomes the light Crucify the wanting then forgive it

when it stays

I was strong again then you made the fever blaze If this

is the altar why does it burn?

If this is the icon what did I earn?

If I am the statue

why do I breathe?

If I am the relic

why can’t I leave?

No saint comes clean no velvet stays pure no kiss this deep

leaves the body sure I feel the transformation

old flesh breaking through I was holding all the embers now the

embers answer you

We dance in private theater

velvet nights and hollow sparks

no throne, no crown,

no ceremony only gold inside the dark

Still you carve me into marble still you move me like a

hymn still the body keeps the memory still

I kneel where

it

begins Perfume still on the glass your relic in my chest I

confess, I built a statue out of cold and calm and breath

You were never mine to hold but you never fully left just

the dark coming back with

devotion on its breath