Feel your grace upon your back
As I run my fingers down,
Down across your skin and spine
As they draw chants and circles.

Bare the mantras to the dark / Of colors,
Pour upon and from your heart and theirs…

Take my time among the days
And ink them all to nothing.

Have yourself inscribe this world / As I
Touch the grace upon your back / And cry:

Rendered still from words untold
And prone to dull desires,
Knowing the familiar ways
Of scars, both aged and fearful.

Bare the mantras to the dark / Of colors,
Pour upon and from your heart and theirs…

Take my time among the days
And ink them all to nothing.

Have yourself inscribe this world / As I
Kiss the grace upon your love / And cry!

Down across your skin and spine
As they draw chants and circles...