They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
Why is it your touch is the only one that soothes me? And you spend a lifetime pulling away from me. I’m tired of that. I’m tired of my husband. I’m tired of life. The only thing that never tires me, is you.