We Danced Naked

There is a time to mourn a time to dance and we dance naked The ballad of dead things has played it’s final notes we leave it buried somewhere between the street and the door the same with our clothes somewhere Here, in this sanctuary, we sway our chests meet to...
Hello Sunday

Hello Sunday

It’s okay for him to be gay they say As long as he doesn’t flaunt it As long as he doesn’t hold hands With any man In prayer Or kiss Anything but the good book God loves you as you are they say in verse Then turn to each other The whispers that...