i've been lying in and out

of the silver lining lies-

you would kiss my swollen eyes

shut

and i would crush your hesitation into

shards like

sea glass, like jagged bottle edges

like those pieces of church windows

mirrored in your stare.

let God go through you-

as sunlight rages through

a chapel.

we will be perfect prayers and

organ notes will twine around your

body (paper trains leaving paper flames and

beautiful blame.)

the minister's on his knees

asking please, forgive them, please

"they know not what they do."

Oh, but I would pardon you.

it's almost too

easy to grant a reprieve

from these lies

as we resume the reprise:

you would kiss my swollen eyes

shut

and I would crush your hesitation

into circular moonshine slivers that

quiver in my palm- these splinters reflecting

what is right & true.

(we smashed the truth!)

Oh, but I would pardon you.