Since you melted our roof
and poured it down
the addicted throat
of the seductive world
Since you bartered our home
in the foul market
of all that glitters
and whores and gold
I loiter tasting seasons
broken and destitute
baring love to weather
ruminating faith, blurry
When I near those ruins
I'll have you wait
by that lone door
I'll have you listen
to catch my footsteps
I'll be relief
to your forlorn eyes
"Honey, where have you been?"
you'll say to me then
"It's been so long
I was beginning to worry!"
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