Heaven Can Wait

You slide your hand slowly
Across the spine, time
Lift your lids on another son
Raise your eyes to meet those of another
Day breaks your heart to pieces
Cold the touch of tile
Death, the stone your eyes shun
Deep the root, high the branch
Deep the sin, my arm stretched
Vanity speaks back softly
Lined eyes, your eyes lined
Adam's at a distance, impression at a closer glance
How beautifully miserable, Grace
She swims on the other side
Above and through every thought
Every eye, every high
Impossible, the understood
Move me softly, move me slowly
Take me in your arms of velvet
Kiss me with satin, and drown me