July 28th
God’s speech is in water.
I hear hymns from the ice in my drink glass
And blessings on my skin
As I wash my hands in the bar sink.
After, at your place,
After a rainfall and its holy words,
I watch the peach sunset
through your black eyelashes.
God’s speech is in water.
I hear hymns from the ice in my drink glass
And blessings on my skin
As I wash my hands in the bar sink.
After, at your place,
After a rainfall and its holy words,
I watch the peach sunset
through your black eyelashes.