Geography

Listening reveals his wounds 
Voiceless, he kneels to you 
Like a glinting dagger, one quick look 
And he spills you 
Sheets surrender you 
And I expect trauma 

Breath is real, anger's real 
Sleep on your birthday and cry 
Cry, my baby 
Let me wash you 
I have no ears for my lady… 

Listen to me 
You're called a silhouette 
You're playful with a sin 
But you see me 
Speak, or stop, or kiss me 
Your art is like your grin 
It delivers me