Flesh

You resurrect my heart
like Easter Sunday
and I don't know what to do
with the newfound
drumming in my chest

We do our best to hide
as if the magic won't find us
as if we can't feel the silent tide
that pulls us closer
my moon calling to you

Your lips are the streams
that quench the Earth
my fertile ground
mix me into the mud
where the lowest parts
of us mingle in
this suspension

You will wake
to find I'm not there
and later on, like every girl
I'll wonder
if you ever really cared

But I'll be going on
about my day
and catch the scent of you
on my skin and faintly in my hair

We cannot pretend to be
any greater thing
this is only flesh and blood
just more alive than ever