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