Saint

Peel your thumb, a lace

Pale, you stun away

May you shun a stray

Way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming



You're not a saint, pyre

You're not a saint, choir

You're not a way to covet me



Wear your pastel brace

Dark your bronze, a grey

Yield your calm, a grace

Air you palm, obey, obey and come in



Ricochet around

Wreath for your body

Your pretty vowels, dour sea

Hush the laic drown

Swoon through your eyelids

Your pretty mouth, your dowry



You're not a saint, liar

You're not a saint, collider

You're not afraid to covet me