Dedication

I just wish, who am I to demand?
But the rest of it is on your hand.

This bleedy heart, still beating.
Yes, love, I'll take it.
A chalice of tears, leaking.
Yes, honey, I'll drink it.

The holy bread
and the sacred wine
that remain in your stead
once we are fed
and recline.

This is what you give
in order to die
for every lie
but still live.
With a smile, I cry.

That is why.
It is for the sacrifice
that we roll the dice
and bet for the sky.

07/04/2019