He laid down, breathing a skeptic sigh, crying.
        I would’ve held his hand,
           Rest my head on his chest
           And count his heartbeat
Till it calms.


Dub.    
                   Dub.
                                      Dub.

              _{- No, not tonight.}

          
His voice, deep and penetrating,
         Used to whisper promises of beauty,
               Bold bravery and the power of love,
         Used to melt me, sour candy,
“Bless my heart for
             I wake next to a Goddess every morning.”

I wish I could’ve woke up next to a Deity.

But I pray anyway to God for a kiss
         Upon his shoulders,
                       Make them lighter,
                       Make them stronger
                       Make him  better.

Tonight, I lay my head on his chest
And traced sin on his fingertips.
“Jake, the most dangerous thing to want is
                                                                _More…”

I said, only if he could hear me.