Sharp Cascade

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

I wore my savage quietly jaded,

dressed in gold switched the fever off in public kept the embers

in my throat But your touch had deeper access than my limits

ever guessed you came back dressed as history with a bruise beneath

the blessed

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

(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

I needed you to leave me clean as glass,

cold as proof then your mouth became the threshold and my body

knew the truth There were stones inside devotion there was fever in

the hymn there was red beneath the ritual where the pleasure started

dim

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

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 I was defiant at the

threshold cold enough to wear the flame then you touched the hidden

marble and it answered to your name

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

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