Offer you my bones
(And I would offer you my bones
and restless talk of dreams and love?)
Ah yes, but you are beautiful;
a light that moves the universe
from stupid and contained
to God-spill wonder.
(And I would offer you my love
and restless wounds?)
And where am I,
so old and naked,
stupid and alone,
still dreaming of angels.
(And I would offer you my love,
be mid ship to your dreams and laughter?)