Martyr In Love

I look at my hands and pray The reflections in the past Foaming white lips of a wave I look at my hands and pray The circle of a day around a corner Blue is a cold spray The weight of gold on my back walking down a path filled with diamonds that melted in the snow The frost on the window with my finger I painted your smile The colors wrapped around you I like your style as I walk on water under the covers I hear your breathing as I find a pillow in your breasts and in the deep dark silence I hear the guests as they walk away down the hall Ihear their laughter as I crawl and wrap a blanket around me That sound tooth colored in dots a smile reminds me of you.