Where are
you
my
salvation?
Everywhere
and
nowhere
I can touch.
From rowing
my boat
through
piece of my
heart,
the lights
of
Gotham,
the dark,
the spark
between us,
everywhere
I’d dare to
go,
there you
were,
and are
my
salvation,
my aging
with
saving
grace.
Strip me of
my face,
my form,
my torn and
tender trust,
just please
hear my
longing
in a blue
note,
hear it in
layers,
like blue
smoke
across the
moon.
