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 house one heart beating in skin and free our feet step together a silent rhythm toes lightly gripping the carpet no one leads, we both follow we sway, we sway, we sway two regal men in the song of God's kingdom - R.R. Tavárez
