Praying before sleep snatches my consciousness
I bind with these rosary beads fragments of your skin
I scraped when I stole an innocent massage down your neck
They are still positively charged with the atoms of the clouds
Against which your seraphic head rests
In the heavens from whence you hold court, sweet angel
They make it easy to resist the night’s hellish temptations to dream
Of flesh burning under the dark depths of oceanic misery
By striking lightning sparks that douse my grazing, groping, galloping stirrings
Praying before sleep snatches my consciousness
The rosary breaks and the beads scatter below this distant bed
Away from the clouds that I can only plead, to one night become my arms
