In my teeth

We scattered across the front of the lawn.
The archeologists' love of the moon and his mom,
his fear of the dark.

The flashlight flutters beneath your thinning skin,
we illuminated nothing but the whites of your teeth,
well come and find me.

The scattering clues expanded by twos
I heard the sacraments true,
it's the best I can do,
to just blindly get to know you.

There's lighting in bugs and wings in our lungs.
We're breathing our way to the place we belong
at least for now,
are you coming along?

Its ok for now,
you can let the air out
of the hot air balloon in a foreigners hometown.

There's an order to things. It's a silent belief,
at least that's what I heard.
Do you know what I mean?

The scripture would ring in a dream I could sing.
In spite of the blood I still spit inside of the sink
and lose all my teeth.

I watched you breathe
to fill the space in your teeth
with a smile I hardly see
and you stumbled out something kind of shaky
about how laughter is the bridge to things.