Stillborn
You enter
Like a stranger
You take me
Like a thief
I cling in solemn silence
Like a fated autumn leaf
My body
Like a glacier
Your body
Like a storm
Our fingers reaching out for love
That hasn’t yet been born
The sins
Of this transfusion
Like a needle
Like a knife
Will pierce the perfect veil
Upon this newly christened life
And so we move with chaos
And so we flirt with chance
Adrift inside a snow-globe
Of a slow hypnotic trance
Your body
Like a glacier
My body
Like a thorn
Our fingers reaching out to love
That comes to us
Stillborn.
