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