PIVOT
Holly Day
I can feel your bones through
your pale flesh beside me
curled like a baby bird
against my body unconscious
that you are touching me
and it's not sex
and it's not love
in your church of streetlights and stop signs
I had tried to forge a union
between metals that don't allow
and in your sermons of candy and sweat
I have learned to give up on abstracts
contracts
love
blind faith
