Fuse

Underneath your breath you greet me
With sacred prayers and sultry statements
Bleeding parts I never needed
On foreign grounds and more common places

You’re determined to rest assured of
Virgoan traits you just can’t conceive of
Another nature of that other face of us
-Trust

A whirlwind’s blowing whilst we are growing
Like Muses fusing, our (he)arts protruding
There’s no mistake: it’s the depth and dream of love
In us

Peacocks guard the Heavens’ gates
I sacrifice what’s crushed at stake
We’re more than blessed
To pass the tests involved
-Dissolved

Come to me
Raise your glass
Let it be
For nothing lasts
All will perish
Save the Face
Of God

-Or not?