The one called loneliness
Has found new names
The TV crackles, the leaves cackle, the car horns bark
The voice of a man that had not spoken to her in months
He was soaking his pillow with water and salt
The hallway heaves, the Cathedral Sighs
He was running from the rhythms of his soul
Claiming that music left him in the middle of his hope
Women divorce their husbands
Boys grow hearts between their legs
She uncoiled her hand from the grasp of his lies
Breaking slowly until she found God
Mansions bow down, butters flood bodies
Holding the lantern to the truth
She opened her mouth to silence the war
Fingers clasp, chords rise in proportionate rings
He lines his heart with the sounds of the universe
Pauses his heartbeat until he hears her
In the quietness of the noon day heat.
