You are not made up of scar tissue
you are a pulsing pumping heart
the veins of your bluing are brighter
than your transparency
I love your velocity
you are conviction
ride that wave you splashed
we are gratefully soaked to the bones
would be sun bleached, flaking dust
if that was your creation
standing in confession is more sacred
than the entirety of saints
whispering of your guilt
nothing could bring a fault line
in the foundation of this trusting
we are suspension bridge bounded
bonded
gilded children of the broken
our hands are not tongue tied
let that language be
the string that unsmothers
our mouths
