Lightning in the distance as it gets dark
I could stand here and breathe in the scent of rain
The moon sliced to pieces   clouds lit up by electricity
Surrender is not a word I want to say
Vulnerability is not a word I want to say
Shoulders need to be touched a certain way sometimes
Hair needs to be touched a certain way sometimes
Is the night starting to feel better yet
My language my language my language
The rigid stillness of the storm
Doors and rooms and windows   low ache
If I saw your sacrifice   if you saw my sacrifice
Death and roses death and roses death and roses
Chaos will point us in the right direction
Will you show up naked