Amens

Uncovered love in a backseat fire

Hot light reigns over perspirations and persuasions through speaker wire

One hand craves a way to slide beside the hip

Wet the tip and let it slip into the holy place where height gets higher

Hollow halls to hold a life like a champagne glass full of ghosts

Raise a palm and play the host

Follow faults in fold and fulfill a meaning meant to swell the head

Drop a seed and lift the dead

Oh my God, we've hit the house

She says and stumbles down, belly round, onto the ground