we make the dark songs
become whispers
when we dance
under tree people eyes
you hurt me with pleasure
I pay you back
til you want to stop
for moments
we are bad thoughts
with dancing shoes
and an open stage
of applauding sounds
we are break glasses noise
with our wet skin
crashing into hollow wants
with hard hand worship
you pray for my forgiveness
for wanting to sleep
I pray for the sin
of happiness
to a jealous god..
