consistently you push the end away
whisper ancient holy verses

your lips move vividly as you revive the last choice-
that is your voice.
you choose to ignore every thing vaine enough to suffocate a
nightingale;
by this you overcome your fears

i am your sacramental sacrifice; i am your neophyte
bloodthirsty for the overkill rush of the afternoons

i wait here as craving to resemble to a harpsichord
so your delicate fingers will slowly tuch my body
and then i will whisper ancient holy verses
to the rhythm of your wish.